Ripe Women
Yesterday we had a little family gathering. Well, it was expected to be "little" but apparently a lot of people came. We almost had not enough food for everyone. It was pretty hectic. Things just got worst since my sisters and I weren't exactly housewife material at all.
Many elderly people came and young people as well. The family on my father's side came earlier than the rest during the gathering, and I have to admit that it was really awkward and I was really nervous. For some reason, I could not think of anything to do. I am not very close to my father's side of the family. Maybe I did panic a little, but then I took out Robert Louis Stevenson's Treasure Island and read it. Felt a bit better. Then when things got busy, I had to shun myself in the kitchen and help.
When my mother's side of the family came, the gathering got a little more relaxed. I am not sure why but I have always been closer to my mother's side of the family. It is like they are more easy to talk to. When I talk with my father's side of the family, it's all about formal matters or things that I don't usually talk about. "Mom-talk" is what I call it. The very boring and meaningless kind of talk. Like, "I think she's getting fatter", "Are you getting fatter?", "Where does your husband work?", "Which school does your children go to?", "My son is studying in polytechnic school", and every piece of conversation seem to revolve around those topics. I don't really think that they are that amusing. I also don't seem to find "mom-talk" jokes funny. But when it's my mother's side of the family, I can talk freely to my aunts. It's like we just clicked. We talk about the world, culture, interesting things. Most of their jokes are of my taste. So it's rather delightful to meet and talk to them. They're also "moms" but perhaps it's because they are much younger and closer to our age, that it makes it easy to socialize with them.
Anyway, my cousins that are around my age were there too. As I greeted them and stuff, I realized that they have all grown into ripe young women. They have taller figures, fuller breasts, and bodacious curves. And then there is me, small, short with a body similar to a wooden plank. It's not that I dislike my body, I do love my body, and my personality is killer (I am the only one who thinks that though.. :P) it's just that I feel a little overwhelmed and a bit sad that I stay the same with almost zero changes. I admit that my body has grown from that of a 12 year old to that of a woman, but I can't even compare to my female cousins. They are fully-fledged women already. And I am.... just a small unattractive girl oozing awkwardness and inexperience.
Many elderly people came and young people as well. The family on my father's side came earlier than the rest during the gathering, and I have to admit that it was really awkward and I was really nervous. For some reason, I could not think of anything to do. I am not very close to my father's side of the family. Maybe I did panic a little, but then I took out Robert Louis Stevenson's Treasure Island and read it. Felt a bit better. Then when things got busy, I had to shun myself in the kitchen and help.
When my mother's side of the family came, the gathering got a little more relaxed. I am not sure why but I have always been closer to my mother's side of the family. It is like they are more easy to talk to. When I talk with my father's side of the family, it's all about formal matters or things that I don't usually talk about. "Mom-talk" is what I call it. The very boring and meaningless kind of talk. Like, "I think she's getting fatter", "Are you getting fatter?", "Where does your husband work?", "Which school does your children go to?", "My son is studying in polytechnic school", and every piece of conversation seem to revolve around those topics. I don't really think that they are that amusing. I also don't seem to find "mom-talk" jokes funny. But when it's my mother's side of the family, I can talk freely to my aunts. It's like we just clicked. We talk about the world, culture, interesting things. Most of their jokes are of my taste. So it's rather delightful to meet and talk to them. They're also "moms" but perhaps it's because they are much younger and closer to our age, that it makes it easy to socialize with them.
Anyway, my cousins that are around my age were there too. As I greeted them and stuff, I realized that they have all grown into ripe young women. They have taller figures, fuller breasts, and bodacious curves. And then there is me, small, short with a body similar to a wooden plank. It's not that I dislike my body, I do love my body, and my personality is killer (I am the only one who thinks that though.. :P) it's just that I feel a little overwhelmed and a bit sad that I stay the same with almost zero changes. I admit that my body has grown from that of a 12 year old to that of a woman, but I can't even compare to my female cousins. They are fully-fledged women already. And I am.... just a small unattractive girl oozing awkwardness and inexperience.
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