Writing Prompt: Pick a Piece of Clothing

I had been a missionary in Haiti for a few years, when the opportunity to join another fellow missionary family on a week long all inclusive trip to the Dominican Republic with some of the other single girls we worked with. I JUMPED at the opportunity. There was just one problem the only clothing I had were my boring old missionary clothes. Absolutely not suitable for an evening at the resort disco or a fancy dinner at one of the resort restaurants.  

On the drive from our home in Titanyen, Haiti to the resort in the Dominican Republic we were amazed at how different the Dominican was from Haiti, and how modern some areas were. Especially as we got closer to the resort. We made up our minds, that we would HAVE to do some shopping, and soon! 

One of my fellow missionary friends and I made some Haitian/Dominican friends and talked them into escorting us on a shopping trip. We paid one of their friends to drive us around and we had so much fun. We went to this one store that looked like a Walmart to our Haitian minds. The clothing options were like nothing I had ever seen before. Bright, flowy, flashy, racey, exciting! Not the kind of clothes we could wear on the mission field, and exactly the kind of top I was looking for.  It was there that I found I have the most perfect turquoise top, with only one strap. It was flowy, funky and made me feel like a whole new woman. 

I couldn't' wait to get back to the resort and put it on. I remember looking in the mirror after my makeup had been applied as we were getting ready to head out to a fancy dinner at the resort and feeling absolutely myself. I felt beautiful from the inside out for the first time in what felt like years. 

I cherish the memories this shirt gave me on that trip. The joy of being young and feeling beautiful. 

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