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I am walking towards a grocery store.
To my right are a couple approaching too.

What strikes me:

Her Dress.
      Flesh toned, thin straps - skin tight.

i feel shame at my billowy tie-dyed dress,
         shame at my larger frame

Struck by my own ugliness at the grocery store in the face of brazen sexuality.

Two feet from the door a different woman's voice bellows from behind:
"Excuse me" - I turn, bracing for confrontation.

She is putting her shopping cart away.  Her face is soft; embracing...
"That's a really beautiful dress and it looks really good on you."

"Oh, (shock), thank you".

I am beaming.  Lit from the inside out.  I don't cry.  For once I don't cry.

God Bless this woman for saving a piece of me.

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  1. Maimuna Hassan1 October 2017 at 23:33

    Trust me, everyone is beautiful....you have a beautiful soul....

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