Apparently I’ve let myself go
A few minutes ago, our 2010 staff IDs arrived from Phnom Penh, with whatever passport picture we gave them for our visas. My photo was from the summer of 2008. When the people in my office saw it, here were the comments:
“You were so young and had such a nice face!”
“Why were you so beautiful before?”
“So pretty, because you were so thin.”
Here’s to letting myself go in Battambang.