On the way to the Metro Station, I couldn’t help but notice the random statues of women with long, curvaceous hips and soft, round waists, staring at me from the parks and sidewalks. Women who looked like me used to be worshiped, admired, as well as their masculine, Arnold Schwarzenegger counterparts. I suppose it’s only natural to feel self-conscious in a country where obesity does not run rampant, where people don’t tour around the city on electric carts because their weight won’t permit them to stand. While I would never title myself as obese, weight has been a long lingering issue in my mind, so I see myself much differently than many might. But when I look at those statues and then I look at myself, I cannot pretend not to see my image in the carvings. It makes me re-evaluated my insecurities.Perhaps because the food here is so genuine, that it, in and of itself, argues against obesity with every meal served, promoting the love of food but not the love of overeating. Living here would help anyone to re-define their body issues. I would imagine the pounds falling from my waist within a few months here.