This weekend, my mom insisted that I go through all my old pictures and throw out all evidence of boyfriends that came before Paul. Neither of my parents are shy about how much they adore the boy and my mom was adamant that she never wanted Paul to see any of those pictures. The main reason I was saving all those pictures were not for the guys in them but because, man, was I ever insanely skinny. A little too skinny, but it's kind of interesting to see yourself that way.

Before my mom drove me to the airport we watched some old family videos. One from 1991, which was 15 years ago, making me 9. I noticed that if you look at my body in those tapes, I look a bit like one of those starving African children (albeit a very pale one). BUT if you look at my face? I look like a perfectly healthy, even plump little kid. Weird. Of course this means that when I'm not twig skinny my face tends to make me look like a porker and inspire my relatives to make comments about how fat I have gotten. Ahh, Chinese people. Gotta love 'em.