Today’s post is not so fuelled by anger but by sadness really but it has made me really properly think this week and made me determined to do something about it. And I guess rant that this is even a thing.
This morning I have been tweeting about being on a pants mission. Tomorrow we are off to the ball (I feel like Cinderella) and I have a rather fitted dress. And love handles that include the whole luggage department of John Lewis. So I went off to Marks and Spencers and no word of lie when asked if I needed help said to the lovely lady “where are the suck it all in things”. I was tired. Words were failing me but she knew what I meant.
£20 later and I am sorted. I have a new pair of pants.
But last weekend I was talking to a young girl in Kenya about pants and I just wanted to weep. The project we were at was doing an amazing job of mentoring the girls and giving them support. In all sorts of areas of their lives, and really helping these girls to turn their lives around. But, with all things, there is still so much to do. Still so many girls that need help. And boys, let’s not forget the boys we met at HOVIC but this story concerns the girls.
Specifically periods. Periods are a fact for all girls. No matter where we are in the world. Thankfully those of us in the western world have access to the supplies we need. There are some awesome brands out there, really going the extra mile for tween and teen girls, such as Knixteen which sells period panties specifically for girls. But imagine not having those necessary sanitary products. Imagine not going to school for one week every month because you are worried about what might happen or about being teased by the boys.
Or because you don’t have any pants.
Yeah. There’s the killer line. You don’t have any pants.
Can you imagine? No. Nor can I. And this was the first time on any of these trips and in any of the situations we have been in that I have felt sad. Lasting Change is happening. It is all around Africa, women are being empowered to make positive changes to their families and are getting themselves out of poverty. It really is happening and it is bloody brilliant to witness. But whilst that happens there are still girls that don’t have pants.
Whilst I am spending £20 on one pair of pants to wear under a party dress.
That’s not right. And it makes me sad.
And determined to do something about it. I don’t know how yet, I can’t just walk into Asda and buy 400 pairs of pants and send them to Kenya. But I am determined to do something about this one.
£1 for pants anyone?
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