In God’s Eyes, Appearance Isn’t Important
By Zhang Man
Fang Jing was walking in a bustling street, people passing her group by group. Frequently she looked enviously at those women passing by; they were well-made and sprightly on their feet. Fang Jing consciously sucked in her bulging belly and massaged it. She then heaved a little sigh: When young, I was just plain-looking and did not have a good figure. Now I am middle-aged and get ever fatter. I am not yet 50 years old, but my hair has turned gray, which makes me look a bit special in the crowd.
