A Fiber Arts Class At My High School Essay
Not long after, I found myself in Nicaragua where my family had moved for 6 months, & I encountered poverty like we just don’t see in the US. My heart broke for all the girls that I saw who felt insignificant and worthless, a feeling I was all too familiar with during this time in my life. I wanted to do something to make an impact, but I was not even 15 yet. How was I equipped to make a difference?
It’s the starfish story, right? A man walks down the beach. 100’s of stranded starfish. He picks one up & throws it back into the ocean. His companion says “but there are still all of these”. The man said, “but I made a difference for this one”. My vision then became, how can I change the world for as many "this ones" as possible?
So, I thought back to that textile arts project & began sewing - one doll at a time.
For every doll I sell, I make a 2nd, to give away to a girl in need, but I know they don’t last forever. So how can I give something that is timeless & eternal?
How about when I give a doll, I also look them in the eyes & tell them some truths about themselves: That they are Beautiful, Loved, Special, One-of-a-Kind, and Created-for-a-Purpose. A tag with…