Peace Corps Chic: Looking Rough in the Rice Fields

We get a lot of free time as Peace Corps volunteers. While most of my time is spent strengthening relationships I’ve developed with the Indonesians in my area, this past holiday stretch has sent most home to spend time with their families. So I spent a lot of time with other volunteers and myself these past few weeks.

First unfortunate realization: I tend to overdue it with the biking when I’m bored. From my experience, biking helps relieve some of the craziness that often envelops me when I spend too much time indoors. I start to doubt my service. I wonder why I’m still here. Am I making a difference? These are the questions that have been plaguing me for the past year. Even though I know I am actually doing projects and am not sitting on my ass, being indoors for hours can cause me to forget all that I’ve been doing. So I bike. A lot.

The first few kilometers are enjoyable. But after realizing I have nothing else planned for the rest of the day, I bike more. A few kilometers turn into several that eventually turn into 50-60 kilometer days. I’m the fittest I’ve ever been, and I’m proud of that. But I need to rest. I am always exhausted, and it doesn’t help when Ibu yells at me for looking so ugly and tired when I come home. Although it’s not ideal, I’d rather be exhausted than crazy.

Second unfortunate realization: Indonesia doesn’t look good on me anymore. The increase in biking and chain-smoking has left me feeling and looking exhausted. I miss the days back home when I could wear make-up, short dresses, and a clear face. This no longer happens here. What one volunteers calls “Peace Corps chic” has overwhelmed my entire lifestyle. I no longer feel pretty. I feel rough, and I look it.

First fortunate realization: I have ten more months of my Peace Corps service. I have a few cool projects I’m excited to see to completion, and I’m especially excited to be able to work on these projects with the very cool Indonesians in my life.

Second fortunate realization: Despite my looking rough, I’ve found someone who appreciates me just as I am. Although I’d rather he know my American self, it’s taken me a long time to get to the point of accepting myself just the way I am, Peace Corps chic and all. And perhaps that’s the best realization and the only one worth remembering. :)