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Dressember

     I am not normally on that whats to share photos of my body ( but that is another post for another day). Below you will see a picture of my wearing my Holiday Cheerleader with a tank top that comes past my bum.



I have been participating in Dressember:



"Dressember uses fashion to advocate for women who've been exploited for their femininity. As women take on the creative challenge of wearing a dress for the 31 days of December, they are advocating for the inherent dignity of all women." 
(expert from the website)


     I have in the past two years been heightened to the need when it comes to human trafficking. I worked for a mission organization that had a group that was working towards human trafficking prevention: Hope61 and then came to know more through A21. So I decided to take part in Dressember 2015. In this picture you will see that I am not specifically wearing a dress- but what had really gotten to me the night before I wore this outfit is that the women we are dressing for(those being trafficked) often are having to wear "dresses" no longer than this tank. Sadly the media encourages the wearing of shirts as dresses and tights/leggings as pants but the women being sold are fighting to keep themselves covered by more. Doing Dressember in wintery Indiana has proven to be a little more interesting because I have been wearing leggings and jeans under all of my dresses and I have felt all along that I am lucky to get to wear so much, I have so much.

     The girls that are being trafficked do not know this is what is happening until its too late. I remember reading a story on my way to Indiana about a college girl dating a boy who was a part of a prostitution ring and built her up to bigger and bigger trips until he left her in a hotel room for a slew of men. These stories seem to be over shadowed or quickly forgotten.




     There are many stories that that top places for human trafficking are large crowd events like SuperBowls or other sporting venues.




     When we walk into events, are we thinking about this possibly going on around us? I can say that sadly I am not. I want to help raise awareness, that the organizations above can continue to help around the world. I want to raise awareness because its happening in our very own backyards.




Support. Be Aware. Pray


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