It’s a constant complaint from my close friends that I tend to wear clothes that are two sizes too large. Well, I have always been what is known as voluptuous, and it has rarely bothered me. I have lived with women just as blessed as me, so dressing conservatively comes naturally. Yes, I do admit I have issues with my body, but it is not like I am not comfortable in my own skin. What makes me uncomfortable is the unwanted staring, and no I am not afraid of making my self heard. I just find the confrontation draining and it keeps playing on my mind. This scene is a throwback to happier times, when the world didn’t matter and being cocooned wasn’t such a bad thing after all (the cloth on the old singer machine resembles the pinafore that I would wear to school).
Snapshots of my World 