Red Velvet Jasmine Garnett Short, shallow breaths were all I could muster as my aching ribs suffered increasingly. My skin seemed to sear underneath the scratchy fabric of the tight, lacy corset I had donned earlier. Mummy had pulled savagely at the strings in the back until inches gradually petered out of my sides, leaving me with an enticingly tiny waist. Shimmying into the obscene, strapless red dress had been no less grueling. ‘Bandage dress’ was what it was called. Bondage was what I called it. It was a skimpy thing- velvet and pretty, stretching across my lithe body like masticated bubblegum. Mummy had chosen it for pun’s sake; red velvet, my favourite cake, which had marked all my birthdays. This was somewhat like a birthday, wasn’t it? The red, velvet dress would mark my impending and inevitable coming of age that night. I sat cross-legged at one of the VIP tables, my chin slightly jutting out in defiance. Although, I sensed that the façade
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Embracing the triumph of the Feminine spirit! Introduction According to our author of the diva principle, Michelle Hammond, relationships between men and women both platonic and romantic are in trouble. It is as if all the actors in the play of love have forgotten their lines and staging directions. What was supposed to be a classic romance has turned into a tragedy with all of the players doing nothing more than stepping on one another’s toes and limping offstage to their respective dressing rooms. The audience is left confused, while the actors themselves are befuddled as to what really happened. The popular theatre line, there are no small parts only small actors seems appropriate here. Men and women are different and were created deliberately by God. Yet present day moral issues and the fight for equal rights have left most men and women confused about who they are, where they fit and what they mean to one another. Women have felt devalu
THE TREACHERY OF INSECURITY when we dont resolve our issues with God, people get hurt. Our insecurities cause us to hurt other peoples feelings through sarcasm, insult, or action. We are insensitive to the needs of another because we are too steeped in our pain. We magnify and personalize little things into magnificent offenses and strike out, at imes harming people that had nothing to do with our core issues. we may not be killing people physically but we maim them. With our attitudes. a glance, a word, we can inflict deep wounds that we often fail to see. We leave people bleeding in our wakes and all the while, God is observing how we are handling situations. It grieves him when we dont control our wills by asking for his help and submitting to him. People cry out everyday. Your insecurities kill you inside. Learn to understand that insecurities eat you up and makes you believe that everyone or every thing said or laughed at is directed at you. You know
PAINT BRUSH I wanna hide behind the mask. I think i need a larger brush and a little more paint. I need to look good enough, not for me to feel good, but for society to think well of me. I cant leave my face like this, I mean, i don't want people staring at my imperfections all day. I need to cover it up because am ugly and I look different. I never feel good enough about my body, and well, maybe am fat so i think am gonna starve myself. Skinny legs and pretty faces is all they wanna see.Tiny waists and thinner arms, the opposite of me. The pressure to be perfect is slowly closing in, an utter suffocation that doesn't seem to end. Society is telling me, beautiful is thin and if i choose to starve myself, perfection is what i win. I need my paint brush! quickly! I need to take it wherever I go because people may not like what they see when i take off my mask. REALLY? SAYS WHO? Society!? what is society? Society is just a bunch of i
