The Lady: I host these tea parties nationwide, speak at schools, and speak at private and public seminars. The tea parties give people a safe, open forum to discuss issues they have been struggling with. They turn strangers into friends, and friends into siblings.
Which is exactly what occurred at the tea party I attended. With tears in her eyes, “The Lady” shares her background of hate-ridden abuse from her peers and other women, due to her skin color and unique sense of style. She urges us to embrace one another, shed labels and remember that girls unnecessarily suffer at the hands of one another. One by one, the men and women attending the tea party open up.
“I grew up without a father in my life. Because his absence, I’ve always looked for that relationship with other men, but have found it hard to connect with them. Most of my friends are female, I find it easier to connect and get along with them,” said one tea party attendee.
“I never learned to be a lady from my mother. She was always so cold. Because of her, I can’t say the words ‘I love you.’ I can’t hug or kiss my own kids and have trouble getting along with other women,” another attendee revealed.
Complete strangers shared their innermost fears, their deepest secrets, their most shameful moments. Best friends learned more about each other in one evening than they did in ten years. By the fourth refill of tea, everyone was daintily dabbing their eyes (yes even this author…) as the catharsis occur. The evening was proof that from pain and endurance comes beauty and intelligence. On my way home, I smiled at every stranger I saw.