Suddenly, I discovered the
European harem puzzle, inside a temple of consumption, I mean the big store in New York City, when the saleswoman told me in a priestly tone that there was no skirt on my waist, because my body was carrying two very wide hips, adding the explanation.
"Along the whole business, which boosts a hundred times the Istanbul bazaar, do not you have a skirt that fits in size?
I doubt strongly that this elegant lady is lazy. Something, then, can be understood. But, she will insist on exile in arrogant terms:
"You are so huge ...
- I'm so huge compared to what? I answered, focusing on my attention, recognizing at the same time the possibility of suddenly being at the side of a real cultural gap.
- Compare with the measurement 38 (will take its voice tone of the advisory opinion is not objectionable). Measures 36 and 38 represent the standard, or accurately the optimal model; continue to be under the stimulus of my inquisitive looks.
Typical sizes, as with you, are only available in private shops. "
It was the first time I listened to a blah like this: On the Moroccan street, the greatness of Qatar's Khasri was, and until recently (though old!), Provoking comments of great admiration. And overhearing, hearing the cheers that haunt me like perfume in all cities, I thought that the whole universe shared the same reverence. There was no chance for me to wonder if there was any region in the world that would break that perception. Certainly, the years go by and the volume of comments diminishes. Today, when I walk downtown, I sometimes encounter deaf silence. I say, however, that the compliments tend to spectral through the rearview mirror, while the situation changes when the situation is from the front, as long as my face did not respond one day to our standard standards. I was constantly forced to face disturbing remarks, such as the giraffe. It turned out that my neck was too long. What's more, when I came to Rabat to study, I discovered that my great beauty came precisely from the challenge I had developed to be cut off with every aesthetic blackmail. My friends are surprised that I do not care about their praise. I still remember my answer to one of them: "Do you know, my dear Karim, that all I need is to live, a little bread, olives and sardines, and if you think my neck is too long, that's your business."
In any case, nothing was absolutely finished in the streets of the city, but every thing negotiable. But, in a fine New York store, the situation is different! I must admit that I have lost all my reassurance. I do not always ask myself what people think about me, and when I hear a trickle, I do not believe it, but my self swells instantly like a balloon. Overall, do not wait for something from others. So, I find myself bleeding when I'm tired or sick. While I feel that I am charming when the weather is right, or I can write a particularly distinct page. But on this day, I am in a shop where a steady customer has quietly entered, ready to spend money; suddenly destroyed, my waistline, which until then has been a glowing maturation mark, has fallen into disrepair.
"Who determines the model?" I asked the stylish saleswoman, seeking to restore some confidence, by challenging the rules. I never give others the chance to impose what I have to be. I have constantly encountered such things and I am a little girl. In the city of Fez, during the past decades, they were impressed by the fat girls, and I always repeated the need, that I was long and very thin, with two prominent breasts, and my eyes were very slanted. So, my obsessed mother was obsessed with failing to find a husband. I kept my attention to literature as far as I could, in parallel with the art of embroidery, so that I could always be content with myself. Then a rebel shouted:
"My dear mother, since God wanted me so, how can you say I am a widow?" At once, the poor woman becomes silent. How dare you criticize a divine creature? I have lived with every moment with this idea, in the center of Fez, which is suffocated by conservative tendencies (and it is always, through echoes), but without the roots of my own self-confidence, which was important to consolidate, despite From her inability to reach the hardness of the silver hoops always attached to my hand, in the face with every test of standards. Self-confidence is rather like a small, fluctuating light, which must be committed nonstop, and just enough to make it sound.
- "And who said that the whole world is obliged to stay at the limit of a waist measured by 38?" He insisted, in a sarcastic tone, and I deliberately neglected to mention the number 36. My 12-year-old nephew, a geek and a geek, has a waistline of 36!
"The standard, or rather the perfect text, is everywhere in the pages of magazines, on television and on posters. You certainly know Calvin Klein, Ralph Lauren, Versace, Armani, ), Valentino, Christian Lacroix, Jean Paul Gaultier. "All the large magazines comply with the model. If you adopt measures between 46 and 48, as you do, I think they will end up declaring bankruptcy."
I paused for a moment, then looked at me curiously. "Really, I'm sorry." She was as honest as he appeared and was busy too. So, I rushed to a customer inquiring about information, then came back to me: "Where did you come from?" Here, I noticed that she was approaching me, approaching her sixth decade; but her body was marked by the agility of a sixteen-year-old girl. Her dress, in a dark blue color, is a chanel adorned with a small collodine collar in the school. A belt, studded with pearls, sketches the elegance of her waist, her hair is short and lustrous, and the features of her face reveal an appropriate twist, all of which shortens her life by half.
"Along the whole business, which boosts a hundred times the Istanbul bazaar, do not you have a skirt that fits in size?
I doubt strongly that this elegant lady is lazy. Something, then, can be understood. But, she will insist on exile in arrogant terms:
"You are so huge ...
- I'm so huge compared to what? I answered, focusing on my attention, recognizing at the same time the possibility of suddenly being at the side of a real cultural gap.
- Compare with the measurement 38 (will take its voice tone of the advisory opinion is not objectionable). Measures 36 and 38 represent the standard, or accurately the optimal model; continue to be under the stimulus of my inquisitive looks.
Typical sizes, as with you, are only available in private shops. "
It was the first time I listened to a blah like this: On the Moroccan street, the greatness of Qatar's Khasri was, and until recently (though old!), Provoking comments of great admiration. And overhearing, hearing the cheers that haunt me like perfume in all cities, I thought that the whole universe shared the same reverence. There was no chance for me to wonder if there was any region in the world that would break that perception. Certainly, the years go by and the volume of comments diminishes. Today, when I walk downtown, I sometimes encounter deaf silence. I say, however, that the compliments tend to spectral through the rearview mirror, while the situation changes when the situation is from the front, as long as my face did not respond one day to our standard standards. I was constantly forced to face disturbing remarks, such as the giraffe. It turned out that my neck was too long. What's more, when I came to Rabat to study, I discovered that my great beauty came precisely from the challenge I had developed to be cut off with every aesthetic blackmail. My friends are surprised that I do not care about their praise. I still remember my answer to one of them: "Do you know, my dear Karim, that all I need is to live, a little bread, olives and sardines, and if you think my neck is too long, that's your business."
In any case, nothing was absolutely finished in the streets of the city, but every thing negotiable. But, in a fine New York store, the situation is different! I must admit that I have lost all my reassurance. I do not always ask myself what people think about me, and when I hear a trickle, I do not believe it, but my self swells instantly like a balloon. Overall, do not wait for something from others. So, I find myself bleeding when I'm tired or sick. While I feel that I am charming when the weather is right, or I can write a particularly distinct page. But on this day, I am in a shop where a steady customer has quietly entered, ready to spend money; suddenly destroyed, my waistline, which until then has been a glowing maturation mark, has fallen into disrepair.
"Who determines the model?" I asked the stylish saleswoman, seeking to restore some confidence, by challenging the rules. I never give others the chance to impose what I have to be. I have constantly encountered such things and I am a little girl. In the city of Fez, during the past decades, they were impressed by the fat girls, and I always repeated the need, that I was long and very thin, with two prominent breasts, and my eyes were very slanted. So, my obsessed mother was obsessed with failing to find a husband. I kept my attention to literature as far as I could, in parallel with the art of embroidery, so that I could always be content with myself. Then a rebel shouted:
"My dear mother, since God wanted me so, how can you say I am a widow?" At once, the poor woman becomes silent. How dare you criticize a divine creature? I have lived with every moment with this idea, in the center of Fez, which is suffocated by conservative tendencies (and it is always, through echoes), but without the roots of my own self-confidence, which was important to consolidate, despite From her inability to reach the hardness of the silver hoops always attached to my hand, in the face with every test of standards. Self-confidence is rather like a small, fluctuating light, which must be committed nonstop, and just enough to make it sound.
- "And who said that the whole world is obliged to stay at the limit of a waist measured by 38?" He insisted, in a sarcastic tone, and I deliberately neglected to mention the number 36. My 12-year-old nephew, a geek and a geek, has a waistline of 36!
"The standard, or rather the perfect text, is everywhere in the pages of magazines, on television and on posters. You certainly know Calvin Klein, Ralph Lauren, Versace, Armani, ), Valentino, Christian Lacroix, Jean Paul Gaultier. "All the large magazines comply with the model. If you adopt measures between 46 and 48, as you do, I think they will end up declaring bankruptcy."
I paused for a moment, then looked at me curiously. "Really, I'm sorry." She was as honest as he appeared and was busy too. So, I rushed to a customer inquiring about information, then came back to me: "Where did you come from?" Here, I noticed that she was approaching me, approaching her sixth decade; but her body was marked by the agility of a sixteen-year-old girl. Her dress, in a dark blue color, is a chanel adorned with a small collodine collar in the school. A belt, studded with pearls, sketches the elegance of her waist, her hair is short and lustrous, and the features of her face reveal an appropriate twist, all of which shortens her life by half.
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