From 29 to 32.

I woke up late that morning.

Asyraf’s handphone rang noisily. I rubbed my eyes, looking for my spectacles on the table…

That morning, my roommate and I planned to have a trip to Kajang. I woke up early so that I would not miss the breakfast at the college dining hall.

I took out my Levis jeans and put them it on. (Pants and jeans are always plural because you have two legs.)  When it came to buttoning up the waist, it was very hard. I tried to exhale but it was not working. More over, the button tore off. I bought the Levis for RM100 and I thought it was not worth it at all. I blamed the jeans, not my self.

I decided not to go out. My mood went away with the button. I stood undressed in front of a mirror, the big one. There was a line of excess fat accumulated just under my umbilical. The bruise also could be seen clearly. Maybe because of the force that I used to wear jeans was too hard. My poor my waist.

My college provides meals with high fat-content. I urged them to cut the meal and replace it with lower fat-content meals like oats. But my suggestion had a bad feed back. All my friends are addicted to nasi lemak, putu, and roti kaya. Maybe they don't not know that the food could make their waist turn to 32 if they continually eat them. Just like me.

It gets worse wait til you hit size 34. Good and interesting story. You have a talent for writing. Malaysians have an appalling diet, almost everyone I know here is overweight.