Saturday, May 1, 2010
I chuckled a little to myself when I read THIS.
If Ms. Bullock had concealed a pregnancy under her Oscar gown--now that would have been remarkable.
There are countless birthmothers out there whose survival depended on a well-kept secret. I was one of them.
It was easy to keep my secret under wraps, aided by the fashions of 1970. Pantyhose had replaced stockings and garter belts, but the women in my family were still uncertain how to keep our hose from sagging. We sometimes wore the new stretchier panty girdles over our panty hose. These girdles were not the old-fashioned types that made one’s body appear to have been coated in cement—they were more relaxed, but still provided support. As for dresses, there was the empire waist, wildly printed tent dresses, the A-line and the casual look of men’s shirts worn un-tucked over jeans or shorts. An old dress shirt of my grandfather’s surfaced at my house, and I wore it constantly. In addition to these fashion statements, I wore a school uniform for eight hours a day. A frumpy pleated skirt and a large blazer concealed a lot of things, which is the intention of a Catholic school uniform in the first place.
No one suspected. Not at the prom at the beginning of May. Not at graduation at the end of May. Six weeks before my son was born, I went away with a tale concocted to explain my disappearance.
A month later, I returned bereft--and concealed that too. Like so many of us did.