Chinese fashion is really interesting. The girls wear very uncomfortable three-inch heels everywhere. Even on, like, walking tours. Or to the grocery store. Carrie Bradshaw has nothing on Chinese girls.
There are no bare midriffs. No bikinis. They don't like to show their stomachs at all. Which I loved. It was so refreshing not having that shoved in my face every second. And they aren't really into showing cleavage. (Um, a lot of them don't have cleavage. Very flat-chested ladies over there. I fit in quite well...) Nothing is low-cut.
One thing they are comfortable in showing, though, is their legs. Oh my. Mini, mini, miniskirts. Everywhere you look.
Ben went to the Silk Market in Beijing before he came home last month and got some clothes for me. So sweet of him. He bought me a couple of pairs of pants that say "XL" on them. Um, they may have been extra large to the ladies over there, but to me, no. I couldn't even get them up over my thighs. I'm going to pretend that it's because my quads are so buff.
And Ben felt badly, but he really shouldn't. I should be the one who feels badly, right? I'm the one who has a little bit of a "weight problem," as Chris Farley would say.
Anywho, he bought me some shirts that actually did fit: