Dear Lady on the Northern Line.
You are brave. You are courageous. You are amazing.
You caught my eye as you boarded the train. You’d seen the looks that the other passengers have given you. Looks of discomfort, distaste, disgust. I saw them too. That’s why I smiled at you. I do hope you didn’t think that was patronising.
You see, Lady on the Northern Line, I think you’re brilliant. I know how difficult summer time and warm weather can be. Long sleeves, big bracelets, anything you can find to disguise those tell tale signs. But not you. You are wearing a beautiful, flowing, coloured top with tiny silk straps. You hold your head high, ignoring the stares of those around you.
You do not try to hide the marks of sorrow that you bear. Old, white and faded. Crimson and new. I do not know your story. I do not know your pain. But I do know this. Lady on the Northern Line – you are brave. You are courageous. You are amazing.