I want a name like a character in a Toni Morrison novel.
One that rolls off the tongue with the feel of both being parched and nourished all at once.
A name that represents everything I might be in life or everything I might never become.
I want to laugh at the way my hips move and not be embarrassed by the extra skin that hangs right below that crater they call my bellybutton.
I want to wear a string bikini that doesn’t really cover my behind and yet no one minds because its supple and tight like the end of adolescence and the beginning of womanhood.
I want go sleeveless and braless and have people stare at the darkness of my nipples. I do not want to feel my breasts slap painfully against my belly.
I want to take a maternity photo shoot with baby oil where my belly looks beautiful and round and not oblong and just a little fat.
I want to take a closeup of my hand and not be reminded of the age that has covered it with spots and brown leeches creeping up toward my wrists.
I want to look down at my ankles and view strength and not be concerned about the puffy dough that goes too far in when I push it.
I want to feel my hair and feel smooth silky bouncy waves and not the brittleness of the kink that doesn’t curl enough.
I want to lick my lips and feel sensual and not dry and cracked.
I want a name like a character in Toni Morrison’s novel. You know the one.
About the Creator
Jaime Freedman
I am a mom of four that spends my time dong laundry, taking care of small humans and in the five to ten minutes I have outside of that-trying to write. I love Selena and books and anything Whitney.
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