UPenn: Summit page 217 of you 300 page autobiography.
"Stand up straight, Maya." My mother whispered into my ear as we sauntered through the Church corridor on a warm Sunday morning, sun beaming through the stained glass windows.
I sheepishly glance at her, embarrassed at my own disheveled state; my dress limply hung as if still dangling on the rusty wire hanger. She looked extraordinary that day, sharply dressed with high cheek bones and a graceful beauty reminiscent of Katherine Hepburn. Following her lead, I quickly smoothed my drooping shoulders back and lifted my head to the sky; the essential elements of proper posture. It is something my mother had told me to do many, many times before, and now, I finally realize why; she did this to simply show me the strength of stature.