I've got a special guest here today. An online buddy, a Rose sistah and one of my heroes in life -- Mackenzie Crowne.
Styling like Scarlett
What lover of romance doesn’t bow down to Scarlett as the greatest heroine of all time? “What a woman!” to quote Rhett. I mean, how can you beat a heroine who faced the ravages of the Civil War without losing her sense of style? Despite the troubles she faced, I wanted to be her when I was a teenager. I even had a life sized poster of Rhett on my bedroom wall.
Of course, one could argue that Scarlett was something of a bitch, and they’d be right. But what strong woman doesn’t have to pull out her inner bitch once in a while to do what needs doing? Actually, she didn’t start out that way. Okay, so she was spoiled, petulant, and annoying, but when push came to shove, she hitched up her petticoats and fought the battle to survive.
I’m no Scarlett and as one of eight kids, I certainly wasn’t spoiled. I admit to being a bit of a weenie when it comes to confrontations. I guess I just don’t have the killer instinct it takes to be a genuine bitch. But I believe we all have a little bit of Scarlett in us. We just don’t recognize it until we face our own petticoat hitching moment.
My moment came in the form of a breast cancer diagnosis. Like Scarlett, I faced an enemy bent on my destruction. The horrendous battle left the landscape of my life ravaged and my body scarred, but like Scarlett, I survived. I thought of her often during my battle and employed her philosophy on winning. Oh, I never went after my cousin’s husband - actually, now that I think of it, if by some measure of magic I could ever speak to Scarlett, her fixation with Ashley is the first thing I’d address. Like, what she was thinking? The guy was a dweeb. And Rhett was…Oh, now that was a man! But I digress…
Where was I? Oh, yes. Her famous lines, “I can’t think about that right now. If I do, I’ll go crazy. I’ll think about that tomorrow.” carried me through some of the darkest hours of my life. Yep, I was Scarlett so often during those eight months of treatment, I may as well have been wearing a dress made of drapes. I think I even began to speak with a Southern accent.
Scarlett teaches us that whatever your battle, a little faith, patience, and perseverance, and even a spoiled brat can come out victorious. So whether you’re battling breast cancer, or just a job you hate, don’t give up. Take things one step at a time. Slip into your best hoop skirt and style for all you’re worth. You’ll get there eventually.
After all, tomorrow is another day.
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