A story about Jean

First of all, this is not a story about my friend named Jean. The jean that i'm referring to is denim jeans. See, i have always borne the burden of having a hard time buying a pair of jeans since i was in my Form Two. I remember particularly the first time i went shopping for my jeans by my own was with Kak Are (my cousin), my mom and Huda. We went to One Utama for the search of my jeans, and after spending six hours there, Kak Are finally gave up and took us home. You can only imagine the hardship, right? The massive One Utama, and I couldn't find a single pair of jeans which I liked. 

Fine, i'm just choosey that way but I quite remember at that time (which till now I still could not figure out why exactly did I feel that way), I felt that I was fat. Which I wasn't. I only gained so much weight and become overweight during my Form 5 and Form 6. When I looked back to my pictures when I was in Form Two, I was unbelievably thin. I guess when you were surrounded and grew up with friends and kids that were thinner and shorter than you, you felt inferior. I remember growing up thinking why am I taller than them. My cousins were all skinny and prettier than me, and i think that my self-concious started since i wore my spectacles during standard one. I thought maybe some stupid bullies made fun of me wearing spectacles, and it somehow twisted my inferiority complex. I remembered writing my name as "Fat-thin" on my name tag when i was in standard two because i honestly thought my name was spelled that way. I could not remember exactly why and how it happened. Maybe it was due to growing up watching Kak Are starving herself to be thin. Maybe it was due to her stories that her coursemate calling her fat like a pig when I was still in my elementary school. The trauma made me thinking that i was fat when i was not. The possibilities are endless. Now, i really am fat =__= 

Anyway, back to the story. The hardship of finding a pair of jeans. Urgh. For years i have battled the problem and i finally found my saviour when i was in Form Six, in the name of Ladylike and Peace Collections. The brands provide for big sizes people like me and their jeans are cheap cheap cheap! Of course, with cheap comes the low quality. I had to buy a new pair of jeans every six months because the cloth would be torn or the color would be washed off by the washing machine. I know that jeans are not meant to be washed regularly but I lost the argument on that with my mom when she mentioned "Habis nak bawak pergi solat kotor - kotor tu elok sangatlah?". You can never win an argument with your mother because mother knows best, but i tried. Ifie once asked why didn't i buy from Levi's and all that jazz. He must have underestimated the largeness of my bum and thighs.

I went to Jusco Bukit Tinggi with my parents to buy a new pair of jeans at Ladylike. So we split to our own ways in there, my parents went to Jusco, and i went straight looking for the shop. I walked happily till the end of the otherside of the building when i realized the shop is gone. The shop has been closed down. Afterwards, i bought new pair of blouse from Cotton On and make ups from Body Shop. In short, things that i don't need at all but just to satisfy my frustrations. Another problem of mine other than the inferiority complex, a shopaholic problem. Then, i went to Alam Sentral yesterday with Abg ji, Kak Wani and my nephew, Faiq. Abg Ji, as usual went to play bowling and we went to The Store to buy my jeans because Ladylike is available there. At first, i was confident to try on size 33, but then was humiliated because it just would not damn fit my bum. After trying one size larger, i was faced with a new obstacle when the promoter said i would have to apply for membership card to get discount. If i don't, the discounted price of RM35 will be RM150. The fuck. 

Then Kak Wani persuaded me to apply for membership, in which i had spent almost half an hour. After getting a membership card, I grabbed two pairs of jeans, not from Ladylike but from Half and Braps. I tried out the jeans from Half and damnnn it was soo comfortable. So i grabbed one from Half and another from Braps, both with same sizes. Then, i encountered another obstacle, I did not have enough money. So, I humbly used Kak Wani's credit card instead. As soon as I arrived home, I immediately tried on both jeans and.. the Braps jeans would not fucking fit me at all. I complained to Kak Wani and Abg Ji, 

Abg Ji: ketat tang mana?

Me: (actually it was my bum but i couldn't say it to my brother so i said) Perut.

Abg Ji : *Snickers*

The moral of the story, if you really want something so desperately because it catches your eyes the moment you looked at it, you MUST try it out first before you grab it.

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