Am I going to be comfortable? I probably have used my gender to get what I want. But I know a lot of girls who have. I know a lot of guys who have. The chicks love it. I have a friend who lives down Portage Avenue, and we like to hang out on the balcony on Sunday cruise night when there are all these phat cars riding by.
And I definitely feel more assertive when people can look me in the eye. I chose my sexy piece because I feel cute and all packaged up into one little piece. My mother grew up on a sugar plantation in British Guiana with all the bells and whistles. She was always dressed well.
French dresses with little gloves. When we were growing up, she instilled that same thinking in me: you should be presentable. But I grew up in the eighties, when everyone wore jogging pants. No one dressed pretty like a doll.
I remember picture day was always a big deal. I hated it. You always fight what your parents try to instill, but those values come full circle later on. I do think about my clothes, but not in terms of how I look. What I love about belly-dancing is that it embraces women of all shapes, sizes, and ages. I work in dirty, old clothes every day, and it adds a bit of glamour to my life. My best asset?
Definitely the legs. The dress code at work is business casual. Everyone who comes to work knows that they should be dressed, pressed, ironed, and presentable. My safe outfit is business casual with a touch of playfulness, with my belt and my ribbon. It really brought out my personality, that I still want to have fun. I fear physical violence more than sexual violence.
