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Change Happens Chapter One: The Same Old
Robin and her husband, Jeff, do their usual song and dance on a Friday night.
I knew what she was thinking. “She is a slut or a prostitute,” was what most people thought about me when they first looked at me. After all, I was used to it, built the way I was and the way I dressed. I was practically asking for it.
I waved at the woman as I passed her by the oranges in the produce section. My heels clicked and clacked on the tile floor, and I smiled at the poor produce clerk as he looked at me. When I passed, I heard the familiar noise of something dropping.
‘Poor guy,’ I thought to myself.
Another woman stared at me with eyes that could bore a hole through metal. Again, I just shrugged it off. I couldn’t help it.
I loved my body. What was the saying? If you got it, flaunt it. Well, I had it in spades. Long dark black hair and an athletically toned body that I took care of every day at the gym and at home.
I ate healthy because I wanted to keep my figure. I hardly drank alcohol and never smoked a day in my life. The payoff was a body I loved, as did my husband, Jeff.
The so-called icing on the cake was my chest. I don’t want to toot my own horn, but the boob fairy had hit me…
