Day 1 – The one thing that it seems like everyone else on the planet is into but I just cannot stand is…
I have never got around to understand the craze with the skinny jeans. I dislike them much and don’t have much love for trousers too.
I know the feminist movement was fighting for the right of women to wear pants, among other rights. And unfortunately, I feel beautiful dresses and skirts have been shunned.
Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind women wearing trousers. In fact I own a few, less than the fingers on my right hand. Which I bought under duress. I can’t help but to be turned off by skinny jeans of any kind.
The picture below shows plus sized women in skinny jeans. They look wonderful but you have to pair them with heels to get this elongated look. It’s so much work to make a skinny jeans work, especially when you heavy from the waist down. I feel this look is just too much…
Most of my friends don’t understand my aversion towards their beloved attire. I have tried to get them on my side and failed. They have also tried to make me love skinnies and failed too. And decided to agree to disagree…
I can never express enough the freedom of wearing a sun dress, a skirt or anything not skinny related. To the discomfort of being wrapped up in a skinny jeans.
I just hope am not the only one who doesn’t get skinny jeans. But a little birdie is telling me, I might be the only one. Which is just fine by me.
What’s your take on skinny jeans? Or is your wardrobe the United Nations of jeans?
30 Days of Blogging Honesty| Day 2
Day 2 – Regardless of my current status, do I believe a person should save them self for marriage…
This takes me back a long time …to high school.
Back in high school, as reading material for Fasihi (Swahili literature) we read a book called Kitumbua Kimeingia Mchanga. Kitumbua is a swahili snack, Mchanga is Sand. When kitumbua falls and gets sand then you have to throw it away. You simply can’t remove the sand.
The title of the book was a metaphor. What happens when a girl does not save herself for marriage. I and the thousands of students who did Fasihi that year. We’re all conditioned in some way by this book.
And the words Kitumbua Kimeingia Mchanga became part of our language. They are just three words that speak volumes.
In the story, the village is excited because there is a wedding about to happen. On the day of the wedding, the grandmother arranges the room where the marriage will be consummated. A white sheet is spread over the bed.
If the sheet is still white after the couple have made love for the first time. Then the marriage is cancelled and the girl becomes a disgrace to her family. She will never be marriage material ever in her life.
However, if the sheet has red stains, which will obviously be blood. Then the wedding will go on as planned. In the story the girl became a social outcast.
Obviously, if not saving yourself for marriage will make you a social outcast in your community then it’s wise to wait.
Depending on the part of the world you come from. The question of whether to save yourself for marriage or not. Is dictated by various reasons, your beliefs, society exceptions, taboos and how well you know yourself.
I feel it’s up to an individual to decide what they want. As long as in the end you don’t look back with regret. Then by all means listen to your instincts. Don’t wait for others to tell you what to do.
Sometimes you already know what you want even when you are not ready to admit it to yourself
Was it fair for the girl in the story to be made a social outcast for not waiting? Do you think a person should save themselves for marriage?