imperfections

Nicki and I were walking home the other day from town and turning onto a main street.. a local woman was walking towards us and we appeared to be in her way. She looked at us like she was going to say something like, get out of my way.. although i knew she would never say this. She looked at me and said, in clear, good english, "you have a big stomach." And then we were past each other. Nicki and I looked at each other and bust out laughing.. i said, "did she just say that? holy shit." It is pretty normal for people to greet me in kiswahili.. and even in english.. good morning or how are you? but that is about the extent of it.. a more advanced vocab isn't there. And it is quite rare for a woman to speak to me.. especially rare in english. Although older people here are often educated in english.. but mainly the men will speak. Anyways.. I already have a complex about my stomach sticking out and my posture.. so this made it even more bizarre. Nicki and I laughed pretty hard about this, and then I started taking it personally. Why would she say that to me? My stomach is not big. It all seems surreal to me now. I think it was my father inside of this woman. She was possessed. Nicki looks at me as if I'm crazy when I say this. "You can't be serious?", she says. I want answers.. I want to know why this woman said this to me... out of all things she could have said. And my stomach really isn't big. I need to let go of this. I've met this woman Tajud.. through Deborah, the girl we live with. Tajud is a very spiritual woman. One thing she has said that is sticking with me. There are no imperfections, you are already perfect. You are an extension of god.. god is love.. you must be love and live with love. This goes against what is engrained in my brain about all the things I think are wrong with me. But I love listening to her say this. And I repeat it to myself...