It was a regular hot day in Ghana. I was basking in the sun, and enjoying every minute of my super short trip home. Being the hustle-minded woman I am, I stole the chance to sneak in some blog work while the Accra traffic dragged through the afternoon.
My attention was drawn to the sound of commotion outside the car window. The hawkers seemed to be gathering around the car in awe. Assuming they were admiring my sister, who in her own right has a solid following on the Accrafashion scene, I re-focused back on my work.
“Come and see size”
“Ei big mama, food is good”
“See this woman, I can handle her”
Just as I delved, back into work, the careful arrangement of words I had once lived and breathed re-registered themselves, and a wave of emotions flooded back.
I looked up and saw the group of men gathering to stare in awe at a woman who happened to be bigger than their falsely perceived norm. They called each other and made gestures to signify size. They stuck their arms out and puffed air into their cheeks, while jumping with laughter. They stomped around gesturing their arms in a recognizable manner, the same gesture used by politicians of the opposition party when describing their mascot…. an elephant.
In the moments that I have carefully tried to forget in between filtered snapstories, and views of my gorgeous city…I have had to shake my head at a place that my heart calls home.
But rather than just give you a long story about the number of times I have actually cried in the last 72 hours, or describe the detailed scenarios where the conversation about my size has once AGAIN taken precedent over the many achievements I work so hard for while living “Abroad”, I am reminded why I do what I do.
So this post is dedicated to all the girls in Ghana that look like me. The one’s who go for walks and are given free advice about health and eating habits. The one’s who are introduced by their weight, instead of their names. The girls who are so scared to go and “greet” aunties because they will be cautioned about the health risks of being bigger, or warned of possible delays in finding suitable husbands. HA!
.The ones who are scared to be seen eating at any public function, because of the unwelcome disappointed glances, or the slick comments from cousins, uncles, friends and passers by. I dedicate every single thing I do to you.
And so for the remainder of my time home, I will put myself in the uncomfortable scenarios, and defend every single one of you. I will use my voice and my platform to show that a Ghanaian woman can be known as more than just her size. That a Ghanaian woman can decide to rise above the negative comments and slay in every single was as proof that my size is no longer a prison.
I will not be silent on the issue, because silence has killed us inside for too long!!!
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