I hate loss. It is one of the most profound pains ever to exist. I dont quite know why Im reflecting in the past, but here is the best memory. Back then it was such a shameful moment, but only because I allowed what others believed. The only time I got to share a sisterly teenage dress up that I can remember was with Lilia Perez. I know someone else was there and that she did my make-up and picked out the dress. I was 12 and it was one of the few moments she was home. She put me in this awfully tight stripped monstrosity. She wore it and insisted I try it on. She liked it so much she then put lipstick and eye shadow on me. I remember her looking at me with a big grin on her face and pointing at my boobs, said what she has since said repeatedly, Where the hell was I when they handed those out? And that was the comment that ended such a lovely moment. Because I was forced to believe that women were nothing more than put on this earth to serve man, I felt ashamed. What was a beautiful moment was lost because of my ignorance. Granted I was 12. But to this day I feel sad for my childhood and never having the confidence back then to tell everyone to shove it. I now reflect with happiness with the chance to have had that moment, as brief as it was. Now go away Im feeling too girly.
Posted on: Sun, 23 Nov 2014 07:23:58 +0000
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