A Compliment?
Today I’m wearing a simple classic outfit: black turtleneck, brown/black print silk wraparound skirt, black boots with three-inch heels. (I’m well-baubled, too, but the jewels don’t play a part in this story.) I’m walking to grab lunch from the cafeteria when I see a woman I like at the other end of the hall. She starts laughing and waving madly. As she draws close, she says:
- “I don’t have on my glasses, but I could tell from that silhouette and that swing who you were.”
“Really?”
“Yep — those hips and that waist could be only yours.”
I got a salad.
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Labels: Bethy from the block, my hips are more child-bearable than my mind, who wants to be built like a thirteen-year-old boy anyway

