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50 Kristen Bos<br />

Blossoming Leadership<br />

By Kristen Bos<br />

Ever since I was a little girl, I became fairly accustomed to the faces of the people I<br />

met cocking their eyebrows in confusion as their bewildered eyes searched my face<br />

trying to place the origin of my features. It was if the answer to their question would<br />

somehow tell them about the kind of person I may be. I listened to them intently as they<br />

assigned my eyes to Asia, my lips to Europe and the tousled curls atop my little head to<br />

somewhere that must have been humid. No one ever guessed that the bow of my lip or<br />

the edge of my jaw could be from right here in Canada.<br />

My adoption was planned even before I was born and the mystery of my who my parents<br />

are has always, and probably will always, remain. The truth is that I have no desire to find<br />

them but I imagine that if I were to encounter them that my question would be, “Where<br />

were you from?” Even though I’ve never minded being a chameleon or having the<br />

intrigue of mystery on my side, I have always wondered what place in history was carved<br />

out for me specifically. This desire only grew as I entered university to study Archaeology:<br />

the search for meaning and origins. But my growing restlessness in regards to my own<br />

beginnings were short-lived because just two short years ago I found out that my birth<br />

mother was Métis. Even though I’m newly Métis, it was not something I had to become<br />

accustomed to. I immediately felt the weight of the great history and the similarity<br />

that lay in the faces of the people I met when I stepped into the First Nations House<br />

at University of Toronto. By simply being a young woman whose eyes are more brown<br />

than blue and whose hair is more like that of the inky night sky than of rays of sunshine,<br />

I not only see the need for more specialized <strong>Aboriginal</strong> women leadership, but also for<br />

all women who might feel the pressures from the world’s ideals or feel the stigma that<br />

stems from being different.<br />

Two words intertwine in my mind when I think about my own path to leadership: choice<br />

and sexuality. Sexuality is such a funny thing because some days I feel like I’ve got too<br />

much of it and on others, too little and the very same thing can be said for choice! The<br />

best thing I ever did was find the freedom not only in the word no, but also, yes. Every

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