Exactly what for, I wasn't sure. I knew it would be difficult to see.
Ladies standing in windows just big enough for one person, red fluorescent lights shining on them as they batted their eyes and gestured toward onlookers enticing them to buy.
What is it that people are purchasing? I don't even have words.
All that surfaces is an infuriating sadness that just wants to shake their clients and say "DO YOU KNOW THEIR WORTH? ... Do you know yours?"
And though I know not the depths of each of these girls stories, where they've come from, or how they view themselves- the value of what they truly hold- something inside of me aches on their behalf.
Initially after seeing the first gal, I averted my eyes. But what sort of message does that send? One of shame. I knew that most of the looks that these ladies received were ones of lewdness, pity, shame, or disdain. Each of these women- I looked into their EYES in a way attempting to validate the worth that they each hold. It may be a seemingly meaningless act - just another tourist walking by.
Though I am still learning the vastness of my own worth, I stood before them a woman, recognizing their worth as women - with the hope that their eyes will one day see it too.
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