It used to be that if someone asked me if Simone and Nadia were mine, I’d get upset.
How dare she/he/they ask such insensitive questions?
Then there was this?
A black woman wanted to know: “Where did you get them?”
I wanted to show her. Really show her.
See this tummy? It used to be flat.
These feet? They were once a half-size smaller.
This area that I won’t name over here? Not only was it a lot smaller but it used to stop moving when I did.
See this … ?
I had to stop myself before I really went there and showed her where I got my girls.
I wanted to show her, but I opted for a much cooler approach.
“I had them,” I said.