I read Blur Ting’s and Marcus’ take on this with a wry recognition and even a slight amusement.

Yes, being bigger than the norm here had somewhat put me apart from the rest. In primary school, I was the first one to develop breasts in my class. When I was a teenager, I had grown men hitting on me all the time. When I was flying, I was the size 8 fatty who had to watch her diet (no carbs!). After I gave birth to two and ballooned to size 12, it was not shocking and shocking at the same time. Not shocking as in, I had almost always been different all my life. Shocking as in, I am now officially considered FAT in Singapore. It’s hard to get size 12 clothing unless in the import labels (think Dorothy Perkins, Bebe or Warehouse) and forget about getting good fitting bras from local brands.

Of course, it is not that much a help when well meaning people go,” Oh you must be devastated at putting on so much weight!”

To these people I say yes, my fats make me more of a woman to love, that’s all.

Marilyn was never size 0 and she’s HOT with a capital and bold H.

Of course, I am never always so resilient and I have my moments of self loathing but I always bounce back with a vengeance.