Dear Hillary,
I have to write this letter to you right after I came back from shopping, because I am so frustrated. I went to buy something at one of the Department stores in North Pattaya. After I finished my shopping, on the way out I saw a bra which I thought it might fit me. I bent down to look at it carefully and to check the size and price. All of a sudden I heard a voice, speaking in very poor English: “No fit you, you big, this Thai size.” I looked up, and to my surprise, saw this Thai sales woman, grown out of her uniform, big fat rings around her waist, trying to take the bra out of my hand. I slowly got up and asked her, in Thai, if she looked careful at me. She just kept repeating: “No for you, you big”. I asked her again, if she could guess what size I have, but I didn’t get any response. So I told her next time to look careful and not offend customers by telling them that they are big, just because they are Farangs.
To explain to you why I got quite exited about it: My measurements are 36”, 25”, 37 1/2”. Do you think that’s big? My question is, can’t a big department store like this get any professional sales girls? Polite ones maybe?
Angry Customer.
Dear Angry,
It is very difficult to find professional sales people nowadays, in both Europe and in Thailand. More salary would have to be paid and that would effect sales prices.
If your measurements are right, you are definitely not a “big girl”. But I am sure you are taller and your chest is about 3” bigger than those of average Thai women. Don’t mind them. This girl probably did not mean to offend you. Take it as a compliment. All those girls want to have a bigger chest and bigger hips, and they adore Farang women for having them.

Dear Hillary,
Please help me! I am 14 years old and I want to die. Not because I have any major problems, but because I’m me. I am overweight - 5 ft 7 in and 8 stone - and so I only eat when someone is with me who might be suspicious if I don’t, especially my mother. She saw me throwing up twice after dinner and insisted I see a doctor, which I refused. She is beautiful and slim. She does not understand my feelings. She wouldn’t even miss me. My friends wouldn’t miss me. You’ll probably tell me I’m a manic depressive, but I really don’t see anything wrong with what I’m doing, trying to lose weight - it’s my body and my life.
Fat.
Dear “Fat”,
You need help right now. Please try to talk to your mother, your father or any member of your family. If you don’t trust them enough - go and see a doctor, please. If there is an adviser at your school, please go and see her/him.
It sounds to me as if you have an eating disorder called Bulimia. Why do I think this? Anyone who is as tall as you and weighs so little and calls herself “overweight” is blind to her true image. Eating disorders are very serious. Not only are they physically harmful, but they nourish depression. You KNOW you need help. Go and see someone immediately, please. At least send me your full name and address so I can refer you to a clinic. If you want to go on with a happy life that is still waiting for you, you have no time to lose.