I was never really into fashion.
As I was growing up, fashion was the last
on my list. Maybe because I was a bit on the heavy side. Okay, okay, I was too
much on the heavy side.
One day, I decided I wanted to become a
fashion icon. If I remember right “skinny jeans” was the "in" thing
during that time.Okay, okay we called it “baston.” I went through my wardrobe
and found that I only had baggy pants with matching pleats. (Oh no, I am
revealing too much of my dark secrets.) Since I did not have a pair of baston
pants, I went through my lolo’s wardrobe. I found one that was one size smaller
but it looked perfect. I had a rough time walking but it looked perfect.
Little did I know that I set myself up for
the most embarrassing situation in my life. I slipped (remember how shiny
classrooms are) and ripped the pants from crotch point to the hemline.
Why did I subject myself to such
punishment? Peer pressure. I wanted to be "in". I wanted to belong. I
wanted to become like my classmates who were wearing the latest fashion. Ha.
The things that we do to belong.
We will talk about PakikisamaversusPakisama
this week. We will talk about the power and the danger of this Filipino trait. Is
it advantageous? Can we use it for good? Can we use it for God?
Sit back, relax and enjoy God’s bounty.
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