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I’d love to keep my shoulders back and head up when someone’s mean to me. But it’s hard. And that woman was old enough to be my mother, which triggered a whole other set of emotions. And too many memories that I’ve tried my best to repress.
It’s a good thing I know that she put those shorts on for me. Because if another man sees her like this, I’ll rip their eyeballs out with my bare fingers.
I place a hand on my stomach, feeling the softness, and for the first time when thinking about my body, I smile. This is the body of someone who didn’t starve. This is the body that walked me out of hell to forge a life from nothing.
