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Dressember: how can a dress a day end modern day slavery

My mom has been a dressmaker for over 30 years. As a girl, I remember watching her design the clothes, make the pattern, cut the fabric and sew the dresses. Sometimes I helped her sewing the hem with  my stubby little fingers and a needle. I grew up with mom’s handmade clothes. In those days, though, I would rather wear leggings and t-shirts from the Body Glove brand than putting on some neat little skirts that my mom lovingly made for me.

Yes, love. For mom, making dress has always been about love. The love for creativity, for the career and for the people. She lavished her love on me and my sisters by making matching dresses for us to wear.

Sadly, there are many girls who are stripped of this love and care they deserve. There are those who are sold into sex business because their parents are poor; those who are constantly molested and violated by their very own relatives; and those who are physically abused day-in and day-out within their own homes.

This is why I joined the Dressember Foundation this year. I was introduced to this organization through a friend, who posted her pictures wearing different dresses for the whole month of December last year. Seeing her in those dresses somehow triggered my childhood memory, of my mom’s dresses. So I made a quick comment in one of her posts that I would like to join.

And here I am.

To be honest, I am scared of fundraising because I hate asking people for money. Yet a wise friend said to me, “Do not assume what other people think. You have to put it out there, because otherwise you may be robbing someone of their giving” (paraphrased). So this post is to inform you about what I do; and hopefully it will help you make a decision whether or not you want to join in this cause.

The core of Dressember is to advocate for the dignity of women all over the world. Its mission is to “oppose the worldwide trafficking and exploitation of women”. It has aligned itself with the work of International Justice Mission and A21. The money raised has gone to support the work that these guys do to put the end to the modern day slavery. You can read about them more here.

My part in this is to wear dresses everyday for the whole month. It is challenging because sometimes I would rather just wear tank tops and shorts in this heat. But I am now committed.

My goal is to raise $300 by the end of December. If you would like to join in with me and consider giving, visit my page here. Click on “Donate” tab and follow the prompts. You can choose how much you want to give by clicking on the amount the site provides, or type in your own amount you are willing to donate. Remember, there is no such thing as too little when it comes to supporting good work.

The other way to get involved is to pray. There are still many girls and boys trapped in brothels, mines, orphanages or even their own homes. They need help. Pray for them to be rescued. Pray for the workers’s boldness and protection. Pray for healing. Pray for justice. Pray for grace and hope to shine lights into those dark corners of the world.


This is one of the five dresses that mom made for me. I have had it for over five years now. This dress went with me to Chiang-Mai, New Zealand and now Australia. 

P.S. I will be posting my picture on Instagram and Facebook at least twice a week until the end of this month. Feel free to comment or shoot me a message if you have any questions.



Breaking Down the Wall

not being able to speak up for yourself is oppressive. at compassion, we have a group of people who are called “advocates”. they are here to be a voice to the voiceless…to let the children all over the world be heard.

although my experience may be different from the children’s, but i must say that i understand their struggle better.

when you try to be friend with someone and all he gives you has been cold shoulder and silence, it can get very frustrating. “how are you today?” or even a short “good evening” and a little acknowledgement that i am there would be nice.

but it is like i am crashing a hard thick wall.

he left me no opportunity to speak, to look him in the eyes and to get to know him. i have no clue what is going on. and i am trying very hard not to blame myself…because i know that it is not my fault.

i was laying in bed last night, pillow wet, whispering my plea to our Father that He would soften his heart.

this morning, God opened my eyes to see that He is in this together with me. although this situation is suffocating, i am beginning to see how i have handled rejection very well. i would not be able to do this in the past. and i am sure that this is the Lord’s doing.

as i was pondering on what is happening, i was reminded of the israelites and the wall of jericho. and how God commanded them to be silently marching around the fort for 6 days…then giving a loud shout  to claim victory on the 7th.

that was a message to me. trying to break into this man’s heart is like breaking down the jericho wall. the Lord has impressed upon my heart that quiet spirit, silence and prayer are the only way that works.

i may not know much about a lot of things. but this is a battle field, to restore my own dignity and rights. all i am asking of him is a chance to be friend. but when he refuses to acknowledge me as one, then i am going to stand strong with patience and perseverance until the Lord opens his heart.

“show me Your ways, o Lord,

teach me Your paths;

guide me in Your truth and teach me,

for you are God my Savior,

and my hope is in you all day long.”

psalm 25:4-5