Today I saw an over weight man dressed like a Japanese school girl.

Today I saw an over weight man dressed like a Japanese school girl, I wish I had taken a photo but I don't believe in Instagram and I didn't have my camera handy. This picture would have told more than a thousand words but, we don't have one so I'm going to describe it in under a thousand for you.
It's one of those moment's that just paralyses your body and you are totally locked into the experience before you, with all of it happening within the blink of an eye. These are the moments that you keep repeating in your head for days to try and capture the feeling you had at the time. They're the moments that you keep pressing play, pause and rewind on just to see if you can spot anything else. The super 'slow mo' visual with all other senses attached that is often looked back on as a game changer. So how is a tubby guy in short shorts a game changer? Let me set the scene....
It was hot, I had every window down in the min-van I could, with stop-start traffic it was getting harder to get air through the car. I was attempting the 'one hand steer while leaning over to the back seat to reach a half empty water bottle' when a pair of blue and pink lined hot shorts caught the corner of my left eye and subsequently all of my attention. The water bottle could wait, I had some staring to take of.
With the traffic temporally halted from a slow tram I managed to get a look of this glorious creature struggling to walk along the broken foot path outside a shop window in high heeled flip flops. It was only a glimpse before I had to pay attention to the road again but long enough to notice the white collared shirt tied off above the beer belly. The pony tail positioned to the side of long hair that looked as though it had either been bleached by the sun and salt water or had numerous tubs of 'Garnier Fructis Surf Hair' permed through it. Under the harsh midday sun that bounced off the pale concrete and sun glasses you still had to squint, which made you ask: "was this really happening?"
But the couture isn't enough to make it a game changer, it's all the little things, the first 999 words about a picture don't mean a thing until you get to 1000. The one thing, the one simple little thing that made this moment repeat in my head another 2 or 3 blocks and made me smile was this. An act we all do, every day. Some more than others. Some too much.
He was looking at himself in the reflection of the shop window and was 100% happy with what he saw. How do I know he was looking at himself? The shop didn't have anything in the window, it was a vacant shop.
To popular culture this guy is alternative. I'm confident this guy had plenty more staring at him that day through condescending eyes. For the next 2-3 blocks I was at first jealous, jealous he could be totally comfortable with what he saw. We are after all, our own worst critics and I consider myself lucky enough to be witness to this moment of inspiration. As quirky this character may have been he reinforced in me that before you can really be happy with yourself you have to accept what ever it is your struggling with first.
Then find your closest Sears and try on a pair of blue short shorts.