Disgusted

It was an off colored email message. It was the norm from this particular individual. Comedic. I responded with a hello, how are you? The response was extremely disgusting and rather shocking. The thought of alcohol being involved crossed my mind. I was rendered speechless. It took an entire evening to pass before I was able to respond. A business contact made a crude sexual advance towards me, and I am completely confused as to what made him think such a gesture was perfectly okay.
They say that people are taught how to treat you based on how you react. He thought playing my strings below my waist was a perfectly acceptable message to send to my business email. He thought there was humor in it. The idea that a man in his 50s would think such a thing is a huge problem. I am gravely disappointed by this gross display of the patriarchy. Women are not placed on the planet to service the sexual desires of men. Women are not mere sexual objects that are expected be treated in any manner that a man deems acceptable at any given time.
The backbone of society is maintained and in existence because of the queen. We give birth to the universe and stay in touch with Mother Earth at the expense of our bodies. Unfortunately, our proper position is often defecated upon by men that pretend to recognize us for our talents, for our minds. The bottom line always seems to be, “When can I play your strings?”. The individual has been deleted and blocked. I pray to God that I never encounter him again in this life or the next.

The Swimsuit

New/Old Swimsuit

New/Old Swimsuit


In 2013, my mother traveled to Jamaica. She purchased a knitted swimsuit for me that was in the design of the Jamaican flag. Unfortunately, it was unable to fit. I comforted myself by saying I would give it to a smaller friend with a frame that could appreciate the suit. Fast forward to last Sunday morning. The sun rose, and I realized that I was beach bound. Since so much weight has dropped off me since February, I decided to try it on. Not only did it fit, but it looked good on me. It gave me such joy to wear it and enjoy the wind on so much of my skin.
These days bring me a lot of attention. Coworkers pull me to the side and ask me what I am doing. They want me to share the secret. Several people have begun dieting because of what they have seen with my body. Doors are simply held open for me wherever I go. It is a whole new world. Cooking has also become very important as I’ve picked up new tricks to keep myself well nourished.
When I cook my dinner, I pack my lunch before I eat. There are tupperware cases of salad laying around in case I do not have time to chop first thing in the morning. The microwave is only used at work, and water is everywhere. Water bottles travel back and forth to work and there are water jugs in my office if a refill is needed.