Power: (noun) the capacity or ability to direct or influence the behavior of others or the course of events.
Today was supposed to be the last day of my NYFW Style Roundup. I was planning to end things by showcasing my last two looks from the week and moving on to something else next week. However, the story behind this look and the emotions I felt while wearing it made me decide to give it a post on its own, which I will do for my last look next week.
The day that I wore this particular outfit was Day Five of Fashion Week. I only had one show that day, and although the designer for the show was well known, I didn’t feel the need to really put much together. It was an evening show and my intent was to go, and then back home afterwards. When I arrived to the show, I went to my assigned seat on the 3rd row. A little while later I saw one of my good friends sitting on the first row and I ran up to speak to her before the show began. After speaking for a bit, She said “just stay with me here on the first row.” Within five minutes of sitting beside her, an entire group of actresses and pageant queens dressed in the designer’s gowns/dresses emerged to take their seat…where I was. It was pretty clear to me that I should probably make my way back to my original seat because I wasn’t wearing a gown, and because PR had told two other people on the row to move because their picture wasn’t on her clipboard for those seats. I was gathering my things while one of the women dressed in her gown was walking to my seat, but before I could move the PR woman told her to sit beside me….not in my seat. The woman and I both looked confused because her face was on the clipboard and she was CLEARLY dressed in a design….I actually stuck out like a sore thumb among them! Lol
Without hesitation the PR woman made a small space for the woman to take a seat beside me, and told me to stay where I was and that I didn’t need to move. I looked over at my friend with a confused face and said “why didn’t she just tell me to go back to my seat?!”…..my friend says “it’s safer for her to keep you here because she probably doesn’t know who you are or the power that you could hold, so she doesn’t want to take the chance.”
After the show ended and I was headed back home, I couldn’t stop thinking about the statement that my friend made. Later that night I asked God, “What is it about a person that makes them look powerful to others? Is it their clothing? Their walk? Their demeanor?……He replied: “That’s what the world wants you to think it is, but it’s simply their Spirit. When a person opens themselves up to allow me to live inside of them, they exude a unexplainable beauty and power through the Holy Spirt that isn’t possessed by everyone. Only my chosen ones.”
It’s such a refreshing yet honorable feeling to know that I don’t have to walk, dress or portray myself in a particular way to feel important. I can just be who God called me to be, and know that I possess one of the most powerful roles that anyone could ever (physically) have.
Photographer: Chinaza Moses of BeautyBetweenTheLines