Leggings

Imagine for a moment that you live in a country where nothing fits you. Now, welcome to my life.

I brought leggings from home with me. The nice soft ones from Target that cost $6 and are awesome to wear. Those leggings, thanks to my Korean washing machine, are now dead. They are stretched out every which way, have holes in places only my husband is allowed to see, and just basically look like shit. The ones that ARENT ruined are baggy on me because I've lost weight. So today I went on the hunt for new leggings. IN A COUNTRY WHERE THE WOMEN ARE HALF MY SIZE.

I've been having a hard time finding them. They're either made for little kids or so small I can't fit my toe into them. I was on my way to work today when I walked past a stand selling them. There are stands everywhere here, but the leggings caught my eye. They looked liked something my ass would actually fit into. So I stopped and the woman came over to help me. Now these leggings have no labels or anything on them, they just tell you how much you are, you stretch them a little, and off you go. They looked like they'd fit, they had nice stretch to them, so I bought them. No harm, no foul.

I bring them home tonight and try them on, and notice that the front stomach area is higher than the back. There is also lots of stretch in them. I know at this point you're probably laughing if you're a woman, because you know what kind of leggings I bought today. Yep. MATERNITY LEGGINGS. Not only did I buy maternity leggings, but I bought KOREAN MATERNITY LEGGINGS. It's sort of funny. I think it gets even funnier that at this point I don't give a rat's ass, and I'm going to rock those maternity leggings for all they are worth. Why? Because one, I wear tank tops over them, so you can't tell anyways. Two, I'm in Korea, and I don't care anymore. And last? Thanksgiving is in 3 weeks, at which point they will no longer be maternity pants, but shall turn into MY TURKEY PANTS!