Chapter 22 And What’s Wrong with That?
I turned to look at my cousin. “And what is that supposed to mean?”
She locked eyes with me. “It means that you don’t recognize your own beauty.
Not saying that you have a low self-esteem.
Cause you don’t. But you also don’t move like most women who looks like you would.
And sometimes…I think you intentionally always wear those big ass Nike t-shirts to camouflage your body, hoping that nobody notices that shape. ”
I glanced down at my attire, noting that I was wearing a Nike T-shirt, along with a pair of Nike leggings, while Gucci slides were on my feet.
That was probably my first and last time wearing the outfit, because I had millions more, in different colors.
I was constantly popping tags. But at the same time, I tried to keep things simple, because niggas were thirsty.
So, I rarely tried, for real. Still, nobody could call me dirty.
“Look, we’re all just different. Ion like having my ass out,” I told Soya.
“Yeah, but that aint why you dress like that,” Soya claimed. I rolled my eyes. “Girl, bye.”
“No, I’m serious. You keep it toned down, because Too Low likes for you to be that way. And you have always just given him what he wanted.”
“And what’s wrong with that?”
“You give him too much power. Like you really don’t even know yourself outside of his world and expectations.”
I arched a brow. “So, I don’t have my own identity?”
She shrugged. “Sometimes I wonder, cuz. It’s so many things that you haven’t experienced, and I think that you’ve been living like…if Too Low aint there, then you aint going. Meanwhile, he’s locked up. And I would hate for you to wake up one day, and realize that life has passed you by.”
“Yeah, I feel that,” Casey co-signed. “I just be asking, cause I’m