I Am. |
She brought me a magenta sweater blouse. I tried it on, and as i did, i then told myself: Please don't be tight... It wasn't but i thought: 'Is it supposed to look like this?' I studied myself in the mirror for a moment, took it off and removed the tags. It wasn't until i got in the shower minutes later that i realized something. I am a Latina. Duh. Of course i'm gonna look like this. I'm not a Gringa. I might act like one sometimes, but i'm not. I almost laughed as i wrapped my arms around my body and leaned against the shower wall. I knew i was never going to have B-Cup breasts or smaller hips. That's fine, I didn't want to. This is me. In part, it's my fault. I speak mostly English at home. Most of my friends are white or another race that isn't Latino/Spanish/Hispanic. I should be happy that i have curves and breasts and legs. I just forget. I've been so afraid of wearing tighter clothes because i don't want everyone to see my body. Someday, the person i'm going to be with for the first time will get to enjoy my body, no inhibitions or walls. I have to remember that at the end of the day, i am who i am. A Spanish woman. My body is just fine. |
posted on 2012-12-07 @ 8:35 p.m. |
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