In America we get this idea that in Europe anything goes. They are all so free spirited that nothing matters. No shirt, dreadlocks, no problem. Well Switzerland is different. At least with the older generation that is. They are very modest. The Swiss can do what they want. If you aren't Swiss though you can't. As my friend said, they can smell a non-Swiss from anywhere. They really can. I walk down the street and feel people everywhere staring at me. This is such a frustrating feeling because I just moved here. I already feel lonely and don't need the added whispers saying I look different. For your information, I like my yoga pants and Nike shoes. I dont' want to dress up every freaking minute of my life. I don't want to push my stroller in 10 inch heels. I didn't even know this was possible. Oh, but it is. Not to mention I feel like a water buffalo here. Everyone is so freakishly skinny. UGH. Sorry that I don't want to smoke and drink all day everyday. I like eating. I like bread, and chips, and fries, and cake. I would rather be plump then have my heart pounding out of my chest. I know I am bitter. I am okay with it. I think God is okay with it too.
Not to mention that people in Switzerland speak Swiss-German so I am screwed no matter what. If it isn't hard enough to "blend" in here they make up their own dialect. Awesome. So I have decided I can only do what I can do. The plus is I don't have to be American, I could be German. Which is only 15 minutes from here. I would love for people to think I am Italian, actually. I have added some more bronzer in the morning so I can pretend I am.
I went and got some "Swiss" shoes yesterday because I was so sick of people looking at my shoes with their jaws dropped to the floor. I wonder what I will look like in a month. Smoking? Yellow pants? 10 inch heels? Weighing 120? HAHHAHAHA, I not likely on the last one.
Okay I am done venting for the day.
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