I went to the bank to make a deposit last week. Ahead of me in line was a young women wearing a bikini top and shorts that were about as short as they could be and still qualify as shorts. If I had seen her at a beach, I would not have given her a thought. But in front of me in line at an ATM, there was just way too much skin way too close to me. I thought, “Why couldn’t she cover up just a little to come and do her banking?”
About three minutes later, as I walked out of the building, I met a woman going in who wore a burqa. The sight of a woman covered head to toe on a sweltering humid Ottawa summer day startled me. I thought, “Why couldn’t she uncover just a little to come and do her banking?”
I laughed at myself. Upon coming face to face with two extremes in a short time, I wanted one woman to wear more, and then I wanted another woman to wear less. I wanted them to be more, well, more like me.
Then another thought crossed my mind. What a society we live in. We live in a country where all three of us can wear what we feel comfortable in, and it’s okay.
What a gift that is.