I have split my pants. Raggedly and badly.
The split exposes my left, underwear-covered butt cheek and cellulite puckered upper leg (I am obese).
Just minutes earlier, I was whacking a path through the jungle with a machete to help mahouts and volunteers clear land and shear tree limbs to build a pig enclosure. In the jungle of Cambodia.
I think I need to stop here for the whole back story.
It is 2015 and I am in Sen Monorom, which is the capital city of the province of Mondulkiri in Cambodia. I am here for two weeks, volunteering at the Elephant Valley Project. The non-profit rescues elephants and returns them to the wild. The Cambodian culture is such that a mahout accompanies each rescued elephant.
The non-profit works not only to rescue the elephants, but to help the mahouts become self-sustaining. So what we are doing today is creating a pig enclosure in the middle of the jungle to provide the mahouts with a source of food and income.
Back to my split pants.
After we clear the land, we use the limbs to create a fence framework then pound corrugated metal sheets onto that frame.
As I bend down to hold the corrugated sheet in place, a stealth briar branch, which has escaped all of our machetes, grabs onto my pants (I do not know this.)
As I stand up and move on, my pant leg stays behind and rips, apparently too thin to resist the capture. (It is hot in the jungle and I had packed accordingly.)
Parts of my body I would never expose are now exposed.
Immediately, I seek to hide my rear. The nearest place is the elephant lean-to. That’s where my dear volunteer coordinator finds me. She offers the only covering she has, out here in the jungle: her emergency sweatshirt.
Tie the arms around your waist, she says. The shirt can act as a cape.
She’s 98 pounds. I am obese.
The arms of her shirt don’t reach around my belly.
So I stand and think a moment.
I can leave (they’ve offered me a way out). Or I can stay, swallow my pride (my body shaming is terrific) and keep working.
It really isn’t too hard to decide.
Here I am in the middle of the Cambodian jungle, surrounded by free-ranging elephants, harvesting bananas for them, sleeping in a jungle tent, listening to wild monkeys, building a pig pen.
I don’t want out.
So I go back to work and enjoy this amazing life.