Somewhere along my second trip I even managed to find the courage to wear a bikini to the beaches in Bali, an item of clothing that I hadn’t worn since I was six years old. READ MORE: 9 UNDER-THE-RADAR DESTINATIONS IN SOUTHEAST ASIA WORTH A VISIT And, by the end of my travels, I’d heard the word ‘beautiful’ far more than ‘fat’. I was stopped in the streets by men and woman alike commenting on my looks. In Vietnam, the local seamstresses gushed about their jealousy of my body and begged me to allow them to add a plunging neckline to my custom dress. I’m not going to lie and say that my Southeast Asia travels were perfect, but I can honestly say that the articles I read in advance were incredibly misleading – my curves ended up getting way more good attention than bad. Which is funny when I consider how intimidated I was to go there in the first place. I absolutely loved my time exploring Southeast Asia and my adventures there hold some of my best memories. I had my palm read by a Balinese magic man, lit paper lanterns with Thai families for Yi Peng, and chatted about the most important Canadian thing – Justin Bieber – with some Burmese schoolgirls. I made friends with other travellers, with locals, and with numerous stray dogs. I explored the ruins of Angkor in Cambodia and went island hopping in the Philippines. I learned to scuba dive in Thailand and I trekked through lush Laotian landscapes. Over the course of two years, I ended up spending nearly seven months travelling through Southeast Asia. However, by the end I didn’t want to leave and less than two months after coming home, I booked another flight back. I’m not going to lie, I was intimidated and it took me a couple of years to finally pluck up the courage to book my first plane ticket. Of all the horrible body-shaming travel stories I’d read (because, let’s be honest, many plus-size travel stories focus on negative experiences), the majority of them seemed to be based in this part of the world. SUBSCRIBE TO INTREPID’S NEWSLETTER FOR TRAVEL STORIES, COMPETITIONS, GIVEAWAYS & MOREįor me, Southeast Asia was the scariest plunge to take as a curvy girl. How did that happen when I constantly make sure I’m covered up in front of close friends and family back home in Canada?
#Komodo national park a s s s full
My dive buddies are busy discussing what’s for dinner tonight, but I’m lost in thought – still shocked at the notion that somehow I had been comfortable enough to walk around all day in just a swimsuit on a dive boat full of strangers in Indonesia.
Mindful of the fast-fading light, I throw my sarong over my shoulders and hop overboard to lug my dive kit to shore. Somehow, between the manta rays and corals, the dolphins and the warm sunshine, I had forgotten to throw on my sarong after diving and actually spent my entire time on the boat just in my one-piece.
I hate how my body looks in the tight, revealing fabric and always make sure to have a sundress, sarong, or even shorts and a t-shirt to wear on top. I had somehow spent the entire day just in my swim suit, with no cover-up at all.Īs a plus-size woman, swimsuits are my nemesis. Not surprise that I had nearly left it behind – after all, I was going out on the same dive boat tomorrow. “Oh.” I reach out to grab it in surprise. I turn to face my companion, who is holding out my hot pink floral sarong which I had left tied to the wooden rail on the main deck. I join the rest of those on board, collecting the day’s gear to bring to shore.
With just enough light left to see, we arrive and pull in as close to land as the tide will allow us. I watch from my perch on our dive boat as it slices through the waves, heading back towards our beach lodge on an island in Indonesia’s Komodo National Park.
The sky fades to a dusty blue as the sun begins to drop into the sea.
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