Fashion is how you define it for you
Teniola neatly laid the Ankara shorts and matching top on the bed for Eloise; her six-year-old.
Once again, her daughter’s classmate was having a birthday party at a kiddies playground inbuilt at the celebrant’s house. The plan was to drop her daughter off at the party, and then run a few errands (since her husband wasn’t in town to help), and still be back in time to pick Eloise.
“Mummy is this what I am wearing?” Eloise’s high pitched voice drew back her attention.
“Yes, baby. Isn’t it beautiful?”
Eloise simply nodded and her enthusiastic smile from earlier was gone.
Teniola knew immediately that something was wrong. At just six years old, Eloise wasn’t just outspoken, but also had a ton of facial expressions for every way she felt.
Teniola sat at the foot of the bed and beckoned on her daughter to do the same.
“What’s the wrong Eloise? Don’t you like the dress?”
“I love the dress Mommy. It’s just that once again, I’m going to be wearing something simple and plain, whilst everyone will be dressed beautifully.”
“What do you mean?” Teniola asked, looking confused at her daughter.
“Mommy, my classmates wear clothes that are classy and it always looks like their mothers went all the way for them in their dress.”
Teniola was enraged. She considered going over how she went all out for this dress but she decided against it because thoughts like this could only have come from somewhere.
“Eloise listen to me” Teniola began, holding her daughter’s gaze. “Fashion is how you define it for yourself. It’s not the trends and classy clothes that make you look beautiful, it’s in the way you carry yourself and feel confident in every dress you wear.”