I’m not grateful for a specific item of clothing above others, I’m just grateful that I have clothes on my back. When I visited the bumbling streets of New Delhi, children and women dressed in rags seemed to burst out of every throng and alleyway. They banged on our car’s windows begging for spare change and I was mortified. Their condition tore at my heart but what especially distressed me was how little I, a 12 year old with no allowance could do about it.
Poverty is a truly horrifying condition but it isn’t impossible to fix. We just have to start working towards it. Organizations like Me to We that employ women — who would otherwise not have the opportunity to work — in third world countries to create clothes, jewelry, and such are already making this possible. The more heads devoted to absolving poverty, the better. In the meantime, I’ll be over here examining my privilege.