A woman turns into a Diva
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By Daisy Kline (homemaker who lives in Tennessee) Continued from previous page:  Finding a man to transform life

This story started to make me cry. How can we continue to be in this state of denial? Nature has its rules and they are way too powerful for us to even think of breaking but since we do not get penalized immediately we almost like to believe that we can ignore them. Many of us forget that the punishment comes later and it is far severe. In fact we are naïve enough not to even realize what caused that punishment. If only the society would learn to live with its weaknesses, people like Helen would not have to be like ghosts. 

Helen's story continues, “An inexpensive battery powered clock is the last thing Helen hears as she drifts into sleep. Through the early morning and past noon a metamorphosis takes place. This change is subtle, almost mysterious. The city and its inhabitants do not know that two very different young ladies occupy the apartment. It is now that one of them begins to put on her face and clothes. The same clock that lulled an "entertainer" to sleep awakens a highly skilled teacher. Her wardrobe and attitude are different. The name is different too. She wears a different perfume and talks differently, but the clock goes on with its quartz-regulated mechanism unaware of the changes. The clock has no awareness. Thinking to herself the young woman watches TV, knowing that at a precise hour an older woman will knock at her door. Attaché case in hand, the young woman walks with her daily visitor to the parking spaces nearby. They drive off together. Everyday there is a paper for the young woman to glance at. The names, addresses and telephone numbers she sees are at once utterly foreign, but somehow recognizable. It is as if the items on the page remind her somehow of bits and pieces of a vague dream. With very little commentary the two smile and chat about any number of topics on their mind. The younger passes a common unmarked envelope to the older who accepts it as if totally uncaring of what may be inside, or else completely knowing. The car makes a stop at a school where handicapped children are taught special adaptive skills. The young woman exits the car with a look on her face that the older woman is able to interpret. As the older woman pulls back into traffic she says to herself, "Helen will be taking callers tonight." The young woman enters the school. She is warmly greeted by other teachers, students, and parents. They await the young woman on weekdays, when school is in session. The young woman is gaining a reputation for achievements, some describe as miraculous. The crowd presses around her and leads the way to the classrooms. Everyone is happy.” 

Oh boy, how much like me! When I told Elton that I could almost see a Helen in me, he reminded me that it is not just Diva Grande but every single woman on the planet feels the same way and does in some way lead multiple lives – being different personas to everyone around her. She could be a mother for her children – the ultimate test of womanhood. She might try to be the seductress to that most important person in her life. She is that dedicated employee who runs around all day to get things done. And when she shows up for her weekly prayers, no one knows what is truly on her mind.

As I read about Helen and thought about all my sisters out there, I was transported to my teenage years. When my family went on vacation, we decided to go out for dinner at Moroccan restaurant. The couscous was fabulous and we sat on the floor eating with our fingers. Men in colorful dresses served us like royalties and the whole experience was like a dream to me. As time for dessert came, the lights in the restaurant dimmed and the music grew louder and rhythmic – the night has been so overwhelming for me that I could not even think what was next. And then I saw a bright light focused on the wall on my left. A red and gold curtain was being gradually opened by two waiters and I saw the most beautiful woman of my life standing still behind the curtain. For a moment, it seemed that everyone’s heart stopped. Men, women, and even children just sat mesmerized. And even before I could take it all in, the music just exploded and the belly dancer dressed in a beautiful red skirt and a gold embroidered scarf moved gracefully to the center of the hall. As the music picked tempo, she unveiled her face and I think I heard a gasp from the crowd despite the loud music. Her sensuous movements were charming but not sexual – at least that is how I perceived them as a teenager.

At some point, the scarf (Belisi scarves) had already dropped to the floor and there she was in all her glory – her bra top decorated with sequins and gold threads shined in the bright light. As she moved her body, I could not even imagine if I could even do even one step. When the dance was over, the dancer came to say hello to all of us and I got a chance to talk to her briefly. While she had seemed so sensuous while she danced, as she held my hand now and taught me how to move my belly, she just seemed like my dance teacher. What is this with women? How can they change personas so easily? Is it because we think of personalities as just clothes? 

Since that day, I have tried many times to become like her – I have worked hard to make my body like her. I walk as if I am dancing and everyone is looking at me. I bend to pick things just enough to give everyone a peek at my back. And I always let people take a good look at my cleavage (Related:  How to create cleavage?) as I greet them. Just being that sensuous dancer everyday in my life has made me live my life in a different manner. In my private moments I dress up like a belly dancer and just dance for myself till I get exhausted. Thanks Helen for giving me the inspiration to share my secret.

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