This month is Domestic Violence Awareness month and the color to support the cause is purple. In ancient times, the color purple was oftentimes associated with royalty because of it’s rarity. The process of making the color purple was long, difficult and expensive. When I heard this was the color Domestic Violence Awareness used to show support, I had tears in my eyes. Oftentimes people in domestic violence situations feel beaten down and worthless. Who is more deserving of the color purple than someone who’s been made to feel unworthy?
Being a victim of domestic violence myself, this cause that is close to my heart. When I finally got out of that situation, I bought myself a shirt that said ‘Victory’ in purple letters. Because purple is the color of royalty and by finally getting out of that situation I can claim that as a victory in my life.
The people who stood up for me and believed me during that time stand out, because most people want to turn a blind eye to domestic violence or want to sweep it under the carpet. Engraved in my memory is the time I told my father-in-law at that time about how his son was angry at me over buying ice cream. We didn’t have a lot of money at the time, but I’d kept a running total in my head of how much my groceries were going to cost me and decided I had just enough left over to buy ice cream. I bought the cheap store brand. I was so excited to tell my husband how I had just enough money left over to buy ice cream. Boy, did I ever pay for thinking I had the right to buy ice cream! My father-in-law was really angry with his son. My in-laws lived overseas and were only in town for a brief amount of time. He kept insisting he needed to take me to the store before he left. My mother-in-law insisted they didn’t have time. But he made time. For me. We got to the store and he took me straight to the ice cream aisle and asked me what my favorite kind was. I told him I liked cookies and cream and the cookie dough kind, I went straight to the cheap ice cream section. They didn’t have it. He insisted on getting me both flavors in the more expensive Dreyers ice cream. And he didn’t stop there. Then he went over to the section with the tiny cartons of Ben & Jerry’s and Haagen Dazs and I selected one of each. I went home with 4 cartons of ice cream that night. The good kind even! Since then, I’ve figured out that dairy products are not my friend. But that’s besides the point. The fact that someone took the time to buy me that much of the expensive brands of ice cream made my self-worth go up. I realized I was worthy of good things! You are, too. Believe in your own self worth. You are worthy!