I adore Jill Scott. She has the voice of an angel, a poet and a lion all wrapped up in one glorious package. From the very beginning she made it very clear that she was a woman to be reckoned with. She has a presence that is undeniable.
As a busty woman I noticed her size from the start. I always pay attention to how she is dressed. I am sure she has a stylist but cannot imagine anything being “put on” Ms. Scott. She wears her clothes.
Even when she is wrapped in a garment I wouldn’t be caught dead in, I find it difficult to look critically upon her choice. Her bras and undergarments are almost always perfect. There are times she chooses to show off the girls in a fitted gown with a plunging neckline and others when she’s completely covered. She dresses how she feels.
The thing that stands out the most is not the clothing, it’s how she presents herself in it. I have never seen a photograph of Ms. Scott slouching. Her head is always held high. She has an air of nobility but a smile so warm that she is lovingly referred to as “Jilly from Philly”. Her weight may fluctuate but her stature never waivers. It is difficult to take your eyes off of her because she seems to be an anomaly; a plus sized, busty woman so secure within herself that she leaves others unable to question her.
You see, we may not all have access to the most expensive bras and pricey clothes to cover them but what I have taken from watching and listening to Jill Scott is that we all have access to the powerful being under those clothes.
Especially for those of us with large breasts, the way we carry ourselves both literally and philosophically can do more than a perfectly fitted bra ever could.
