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I mean, seriously. Is it really that serious? So then, they all gave me a freaking long lecture on why I shouldn't display my body, and how I'm disrespecting myself. "If you have your body out there, you know boys will be trying to touch you and stuff. And Carlee, you don't want that! That's going to cause your dad, uncle and papa to have to get their guns out! You know that for sure!" Yes, I know that Nana. And if she thinks that I will let guys touch me, then obviously she doesn't know me as well as she thought. They'd get a fist up their nose, and wouldn't even THINK about touching me again. "You know,guys these days, they'll just want you for your body, not for who you are!" I wanted to scream and jump off a cliff. Is she seriously saying this to me? Am I dreaming? Obviously, Nana hasn't met any of the "young men" these days. Obviously she doesn't think I can fend off for myself. Obviously she has forgotten that I was one belt away from a black belt. Obviously...she has lost it. Her AND my mother. It's really annoying, you know. I just want to be a regular girl who can wear a bikini without worrying about guys trying to touch me. Everyone else can wear bikinis without guys even GLANCING at them. I honestly don't get them sometimes. Scratch that. ALL of the time. Now, on the subject of disrespecting my body: if I really disrespected my body, I'd probably have all kinds of tattoos, piercings and other crap all over my body. I just think that I'd look good in a bikini. Or at least a two-piece.

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