Ethnic beauty, diversity, different definitions of beauty—concepts that are dear to me. I’ve written about the feeling of sisterhood that I experience when I see women who look like they come from my tribe.
I saw this woman out of the corner of my eye, tending bar in a local restaurant. She caught my eye, well, because I’m always alert to #womenworking, and I was once a bartender; but there were other reasons this woman in particular drew my attention. She’s beautiful, yes; she was doing her work in a steady and highly competent manner, yes; but there was something else.
I didn’t immediately realize what it was, but I knew I needed to speak with her, and as soon as I did it became obvious. She’s Polish, and Latvia, the place I come from, the place whose “face” I wear, shares a border with Poland. We were sisters.
At this time, it’s not always cool to identify people by how they look.
I understand that, but I also believe that different types of beauty need to be acknowledged. I’m a member of a tribe, and that membership, and pride, has taught me to respect and appreciate the beauty of other tribes. How do you feel about your tribe identity and how does that affect your idea of beauty?