Do I have a booger hanging out or something?

One thing that I'm finding hard to cope with is the constant staring. It's not oogling or perverted in the sense, it's more of a "where did you come from and where is your leader" type of thing. Living in South Korea is my first time living abroad, so I guess it's pretty standard. Back when I lived in Chicago, running to the 7/11 in my pajamas, sans makeup, in house slippers wasn't a big deal. Here though, beauty is the epitome of the daily regime. Women wear high heels EVERYWHERE, this includes sandy beaches, while power walking, and even in sweats. It's all about the merchandise, so plastic surgery is common as the cold and knock off designs are produced faster than a Big Mac. I have to bow down to these women, however, because even at the ripe ages of the mid 70's, they know how to strut. So back to whatever it is I was talking about, I don't exactly fit in. I wear cut offs, mocassins, am a foot taller than most. The staring is imminent, but I guess I don't go out of my way to blend in. All in all, I guess I'm feeling.....what would you call it....foreign. Imagine that.