Once upon a time a young girl was flipping through a catalog that might as well have been a magazine to her. She eyed each piece of clothing secretly wishing she would receive one of the pieces as a birthday or Christmas gift. The style of the shirts, skirts, and dresses was vastly different than clothes found at the JcPenny in the neighboring town. That catalog was a Delia’s catalog and that girl was me.
Growing up in a small community meant all clothes shopping happened out of town. The majority of it happened in the nearby town and occasionally in the city approximately 4 hours away. The nearby town mall had a Wal-Mart, K-Mart, JcPenny, and a Millers Outpost. None of my clothes came from Millers Outpost until the last couple of years in high school. But somehow in the eighth grade I ended up with a Delia’s catalog wishing for those clothes. I once tried to order clothing by mail (to think you used to have to call in an order to order by mail!) but sadly realized they did not carry my size. Even still I held on to those catalogs flipping through the pages and wishing.
The first magazine I can remember receiving had a picture of a lady in boy shorts standing near an outdoor shower. I believe the story that went with the picture was about toning ones bottom. As I read the article, I remember questioning if I had to tone my bum. As I reflect back on this moment, as a young girl I was easily influenced to think about how others viewed me and what I “should” look like.
I began realizing that because of my size I was different and sometimes feeling different did not feel good, especially when I could see people’s glances and hear their whispers. Even if my parents could have afforded to buy me catalog clothes the clothes would not have even fit me. And lately, as an adult, I’ve been seeing a similar issue; cute, trendy clothes must not be for me because they don’t exist. And yes, that’s a sad feeling.
I wanted to write a blog initially to discuss plus size clothing but I realize I enjoy sharing my thoughts and experiences on a lot of things…From finding clothes, being comfortable with my body, and having fun with family and friends. It took me a couple of months to name my blog because I wanted a blog name that I felt reflected who I am.
“Redstreak” refers to the clan I am born for. In the Dine’ (Navajo) way a person identifies themselves based on their clans, the lineage of their parents. The clan I am born for (my father’s clan) is Deeschii’nii, Start of the Redstreaked People. “Redstreak” honors where I come from, something that lives within me and I will not forget. Everything I do in life reflects my upbringing. Red streak also refers to one of my favorite hairstyles, streaks of red highlights flowing through my almost jet black hair.
While I’m no longer a young girl, I used the term “Girl” in my blog rather than lady or woman because I feel young, like a girl, with hopes and dreams, and goals to work towards. Being a girl is also fun and carefree and sometimes I need a reminder that this is okay.
Redstreak Girl also sounds like a comic heroine! My tag line, “F’n Awesome: Family, Fashion, Fitness, Fun”, is an indicator of some parts of my lifestye that I hope to cover in my blog.
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