The quiet power of things

In high school I suffered the introverts' dilemma: I was an athlete, captain of my two track teams, and an honor roll student (usually), but when placed in a room full of outgoing, popular kids I was a deaf mute. I often sat by myself or sought the shelter of my more social friends. I wasn't teased or mistreated, but I never quite felt like I fit in there.

However, something strange happened every time I wore my varsity track jacket to school: I felt normal. Maybe not quite "popular" or "cool", but definitely normal - like I actually belonged there and wasn't just faking my way in. Just one jacket held this strange power. One black and red jacket with my name stitched on the chest. We talk of liquid courage, well, this was my polyester courage.

It has been years since high school (don't ask how many!) and I can't quite seem to throw that jacket away. The medals have gone, the varsity patches long discarded, even my prom dress bit the dust - but that jacket still hangs in my closet, its owner not quite ready to let go of that sense of belonging.

The Gurley Bag holds its own quiet power. It is a symbol of something I believe in: feminine strength, versatility, and fearlessness. This bag, while still just a bag, suggests that girls have been looked over far too long. It suggests within us there is untapped power to change the world and overcome stereotypes. There is nothing weak or flimsy about the Gurley Bag, nothing racy or stereotypical. It is strong in its own right, quietly taking on the world.

 So I suggest you try on this symbol of feminine strength and see what happens. If nothing else, you'll fit right in at my table. :)