After writing last night’s post, I suddenly remembered a photo of one of my grandma’s with that kind of waist. Probably corseted to the max, but still.
This photo was taken shortly after she came to the United States. I’m trying hard to trace her family, but am finding it very difficult.
This photo was undoubtedly taken in Russia; Grandma is the one on the right, but I don’t know who her friend is. Try look Grandma’s awesome hair!
I loved my grandma so much. She and Grandpa would fly over to Hawaiʻi fairly often, so I got to see her more than my other relatives. She died when I was only sixteen, and I was heartbroken. Even now, I still miss her and wish I’d had more time with her. She could have answered so many questions for me.
Beauty standards are so arbitrary, aren’t they? That narrow waist looks painful. But her hair is luxuriant and beautiful–that beauty standard hasn’t changed at all.
It looks painful to me, too. But oh my gosh, her hair!!! I wish I’d inherited that from her.