In America, we see Islamic women all covered up and think, "That poor woman, made to be ashamed of her body!" But is it any less oppressive to convince a woman that her uncovered body is never beautiful enough? Is covering enslavement... or freedom? I wanted to find out.
I cry. A little.
So, the day has arrived. My last hurrah, last night at the New Year's Eve dance at Lindy Focus (http://www.lindyfocus.com/) with MF:
Forties makeup (red lipstick, heavy eyeliner, eyeshadow, heavy powder, blush), swing dress, complicated stockings and underpants, "done" hair: one hour. Also, things were shaved. It was epic.
The next day (now):
Sigh. When I looked in the mirror at the chocolate place my amazing boyf took me to, I thought, "I don't look so bad." Still, I'm not counting on feeling very attractive for the next few weeks, at least until I get used to this. Fortunately, Pizza Hut breadsticks are on the way. And that makes me feel a little better.