I threatened to love my body, refrain from liver…

Here in Myanmar, the holiday of Tazaungdaing (တန်ဆောင်တိုင်), marking the end of the rainy season, has almost arrived. On my trip back from the tea-house after a breakfast of potato curry and paratha, there was dancing in the streets, even though it was still early. There is tinsel everywhere, and the raggedy back-streets around my apartment rocking with loudspeakers. I really like this kind of public liveliness. Yesterday, whilst getting ready to head out in the evening, I heard a Burmese …