At first, it is completely dark. No inkling of lights, no stars, no whispers of salvation. You keep going, not knowing where the going is heading. Sometimes you are certain you are walking in circles. You attempt to sit still but the road itself seems to move beneath you. ~ A tiny flicker. It does not last long. It comes in the hands of a friend, in the music of a song, in the words…
At first I attempt to make myself smaller, an effort thwarted by my generous thighs, extra-wide hips, and large breasts resting atop my big stomach. As Oprah says, you can’t hold up double-Ds with a six-dollar bra from Walmart. But money is tight so the buy-2-get-one-free bras and Hanes boxers, along with a pair of jeans and a polo shirt from the Goodwill outlet, are all that buffer my body from the world.
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“What is it that you do here?” This isn’t the question you think it is…