I have lived in a small community for a while and I have always been proud of my outspoken fashion and style. It wasn’t until recently, when a friend had made a post on Facebook about his disbelief and confusion over bright leggings on young girls. He said, “How young and skinny do you have to be to pull off bright garish leggings?”
It is so refreshing to see so many “girl power” movies out there for younger girls. I have heard so much about the recent release of “Frozen” that I can’t help but envy the young girls growing up now. They have movies such as Brave, Tangled, Mulan and Lilo and Stitch. They are kick-ass heroines. But when I think about the movies I grew up with, I don’t have the same enthusiasm.
In our recent past, Folgers came out with a series of television ads that clearly defined a woman, or rather, a wife’s, worth by the cup of coffee she brewed. Many of the commercials would use language such as, ‘How can such a pretty wife, make such bad coffee?”. In this one statement, we are told that a woman is destined to be a wife and her worth is dependant on her beauty and her skills in the kitchen, more specifically, making a good cup of coffee.
About 2 months before I was born, my mother was in her 8th month of pregnancy in Hong Kong. Worried for my future and concerns of being raised in a colony that would soon become communist, she and my father decided that it would be best for me to be born and raised in Canada.
There was only one hitch. They haven’t even started the process of immigration. They just saw it in the newspaper and thought it was a good idea. Plus, she was already 8 months pregnant. You can’t fly on an airplane in your 3rd trimester.
We all have a crutch. Something we rely on and use in emergencies. When something goes wrong in our life, we use our crutch to either dig ourselves out of the trenches or hide underneath its shadows. For the longest time, when things didn’t go right in my life, I utilized avoidance. I would pretend the issue didn’t exist and I’d wait it out, the same way a sailor would wait out a storm. Thought this isn’t a very effective method (especially if the storm never ceases), I have learned to deal with some of those problems.
However, I think I might have a second crutch.
There is something so calming in this short moment. Sitting here by the heater, I can feel the warmth against my cheek. As I breathe in slowly, the dry air travels up my nostrils and burn my sinuses. I close my eyes and relish in the feeling. I can hear the clatter of pens and paper around me and sense the collaborative stress of my peers. My heavy shoulders let go of the weight I carry and my hands fall to my sides. I briefly forget where I am and I am afraid. When I open my eyes, I’ll have to face what is I front of me like everyone else.
Today everyone talks about the importance of internet safety and privacy. It has become so ingrained in our minds that we take this concept for granted. At the same time, I remember there was a time when the internet was still fairly new and any hacker who tried to get my information on the internet would have to suffer through dial up.
When I was younger, like many other young adults trying to find their way in the world, I used to think how difficult life was. Of course, as a slightly older young adult, I am able to cope with these thoughts and situations better than before. But it took a long time for me to reconcile with myself regarding my looks and self esteem.