I wore my recent grad-ish ceremony dress in front of my Dad. My father was there as was the rest of my family. It came to my knees, so you could see only the calves. It was sleeveless, and I had something over it to cover my arms. It looked like a conservative black dress from American standards, and no one in their right mind would have called me a whore for it. Except Pakistanis. But like I said, it was a special occasion and we were all sharing a special moment with people we’ve worked with, and we’ve all seen each other in the worst of conditions. So, if they saw a lil bit of leg for once, big whoop. In fact, I jokingly told them that this was my gift to them : I’ve never shown my legs ever, but because I consider them all my family, I find it perfectly acceptable to show a little leg to them on a joyous occasion.
But then, I guess I don’t expect anyone to understand what I’ve been through these past years. Only people who have done it understand it.