On Skype with Reza this weekend, when Asna came into the room and hijacked his iMac once again. Before I left for Tokyo, we noticed how much she had grown.
She learned how to use the measuring tape and started using it to measure her body. Shit I used to do way back then 😆
She hated growing, telling me she hated her fat calves and started telling Bibik she wanted to be langsing like Cikyong. I think she picked all this up in school, because she mentioned how her classmates were calling her fat for having more meat than them 😐
She could then fit into some of my clothes, which she was fortunately happy about, because it meant, well, more clothes for her.
On this Skype session though, I noticed that she was looking smaller.
“Eh, you lost weight ke?”
She didn’t respond. Instead stood up, pointed to her waist and said:
Oh pleaseee. Her waist looked nothing like a 25-inch waist. She’s still small.
“25 inches? Are you serious?! That’s my size!”
Then she offered me a high-five in front of the camera.
“Really? High five! We are both langsing!”
Oh my god. This obsession with size needs to be closely monitored.