This is an old story
about my adventures in learning how to dress and feel like a grown
woman and not a perpetual child, not really related to the topic of this blog: dyslexia. And I wanted to share it.
I wore my lacy
little crop top out today- a tee shirt that is literally just woven
lace and nothing else, thus it’s see-through- because it’s 99°
out here. No way am I wearing an actual shirt. But I struggle with
feeling comfortable in my top not only for body image reasons, but
for etiquette reasons as well. I feel cute, but at the same time I
worry that older members of the community will be offended by the
fact that you can see my skin and my black bandeau, it’s all on
display.
So I’m leaving my
home to go see my Taita with some lemonade (because again, it is damn
hot, and I wanna make little ice-cube lemonade pop in my mouth and I'm from Batroun)
when I arrived my Taita a woman in her 60’s approaches and touches me
on the shoulder. Did I drop something? Is my skirt up in the back? Is
she going to scold me for showing my waist and letting my bra straps
go uncovered?
And she smiles this
big smile at me and says “Dear, that shirt is so cute!”
"Thank you!"
I’m so relieved, "It was only five dollars, I think!"
"Well it’s
lovely," she says, "don’t tell anyone that price! Pretend
it cost more than it did!"
We talk and laugh. “Well,” I say, “It’s just too hot to wear
anything more.”
"We should all
walk around in bikinis," she says.
Made my damn day. :)
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| This is not my Taita just a pic like that |
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