Outside the building in which I work, there is an African woman who sits everyday on the corner, selling newspapers. The last two weeks, she has been dressed in African dresses with some type of headdress. They are beautiful. She comes upstairs to our floor to use the restroom, and we always comment on her attire - I think she likes the attention. One day when she came up, I was very impressed with the cloth and style of her dress, I should have taken a picture of her. Sis. Lyon has made comments several times about the wife of the Ambassador of Botswana. She said she is a most gracious woman worth knowing and wears her size very well. I am disappointed that they had to cancel being at our picnic this weekend, I would have loved to have met her.
My friend Alice, had a link to C.Jane's blog, about a woman from Ghana, and her perceptions of body images. You will have to read the post, as I agree - if we all had a tailor to make our clothing, that fit well - we might see ourselves differently.
I know what it takes to reshape things in my life, but until I do, I am OK with who I am. However, I wish I could get away with wearing Big, Beautiful and Bold prints that the African women wear. I love the fabrics - but that is a different story for another day!
