How It All Started...
So am lying down on Theo's bed thinking .....and I just know that there is no greater place to start but from the great words of Marianne Williamson" Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves. Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It is not just in some of us, it is in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fears, our presence automatically liberates others." I had actually heard these words before but it screamed right at me as I was scrolling through my BBM updates and it popped up on Demola's page. "Dee" ......that's all I will say about him for now. If you continue to follow the progress and Journey of this blog of mine, you will get a deeper understanding of why I hailed him (yes HIM) lol.
So am sure you all are wondering who Theo is? Don't mind my thought pattern, it usually is in a thousand places at the same time. I am one of those people who count ceilings, different shades of colours and patterns in a room. I just keep going but funny enough, am not too good with Maths. So back to Theo, I was with her the day the idea STRUGGLES was born. At her home in Lekki, Lagos states, Nigeria. We wanted to go chill out for a bit at one of the nice bars in Lekki as it was a weekend. I brought out this lovely dress and I put it on, oops...... My tummy was bulging out like I was 4 months pregnant if not more. I quickly grabbed my girdle and you needed to see the struggle to get into it. Not an easy feat I must tell you. How do you even expect me to eat and have a perfect flat tummy through out the date? Then I spend half of the time trying to suck in my belly and breath at the same time, walk on high heels so my legs can look longer and praying I don't trip or fall on my face and make a total ass of myself. Abi it's making sure I time myself in order to know when to rush to the bathroom to touch up my make up so he doesn't think about frying Akara on my very oily face. Nne, Biko tell me how I could have heard all the things this supposed sweet player said all night. I don't even have a clue .I just sit down there, thinking of my bed and when to take my girdle off. Struggles of not just a lagos chic, but just a chic.
Then it struck me; how many other women are going through the same thing right now, being stuck in an extremely tight and uncomfortable girdle when out on a dinner date. Bottom line, how many people are stuck in very uncomfortable tight situations in their daily lives…..And STRUGZ was born.