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Shame  When you’re young, you are so full of yourself. I remember this particular day, this particular dress. It was long, olive green, a tee shirty thing with a scoop neck front, long to the floor. I was very slender and had very small breasts so did not wear a bra with, and it made me feel grand. It was a hot day, my skin was deeply tanned, my hair frizzy and wild from the humidity as I left the house to meet a friend for a drink. The sidewalks were filled with girls in halter tops, cut off daisy dukes. Men shirtless in shorts. The sun relentless. I was happy, flipflopping my way through the crowds, pausing to look at the stuff the street vendors had out, eager to see the person waiting for me. A hand on my arm, pulled me to a halt, the flow of the walkers balking. A woman of about 40, with two others of similar age, tightened around me. I smiled helpfully, thinking them in need of directions. “Put on some clothes” she hissed. She tossed my arm down as if it were infected. The three marched off, erect, disdainful. I stood there, unable to move. People who had heard, seen scurried off. A young man, tried to say something but left, lowering his head. The sidewalk began to move again. I was buffeted by people wondering why I stood so still, there, in the middle. I turned, let the flow of the bodies move me along until I came to the cross street that led me to the side street, to the turn, another turn, to home. I slipped off the dress, it fell to the floor. I stood in the shower, the water beating a steady rhythm, in time my heartbeat slowed to match. It is not easy to like yourself. A woman stole from me this time. ground, time. me You cannot conceive the many without the one. |
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it is wonderful to grow up and change. that was then. this is now [image] You cannot conceive the many without the one.
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I think the shame should of been with the 3 witches. I should of been there!
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Don't you just love those kind of people.... love to put your foot right up their tight asses.  People go around planting seeds in peoples minds, sometimes they are weeds and sometimes they are flowers. Once in a while it's a tomato..   Vive La Difference
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I used to get an awful lot of that kind of shit from perfect strangers when I was young. It took me so long to figure out why. Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety. Other women cloy The appetites they feed, but she makes hungry Where most she satisfies. For vilest things Become themselves in her, that the holy priests Bless her when she is riggish. ~~ from Antony & Cleopatra
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Evil Bitches, glad the couldn't steal your Spirit  Visit my Blog Older but no Wiser and find out more
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I'm hoping that you just washed off the filth of that woman touching you and put your dress back on. But being young, you probably didn't. 
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Back then... and some people said those were the days... well, sometimes they weren't. I still can picture women just like them (Virtual Symposium Group) use Virtual Symposium Group
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That woman was rude! I love frrizzy hair! 
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People sometimes say things and don't understand how much their words wound others. Those women were awful, and products of their time. That is not an excuse, just simply a bit of an explanation. If there was a way to ask them what they were thinking, they more than likely would recount how they, too, were accosted by someone in their past, who made them feel the way that they made you feel. That's why many therapists say that there are cycles of abuse, or cycles of shame or guilt. I wish that had not happened. I know that when I see people being judgmental, I really try to not shirk from it, but try to engage people on why they feel the need to say the horrible things that they do. kk The observant make the best lovers, I may not do right, but I do write, I have bliss, joy, and happiness in my life, Kitkat Come check out my blog KItkat1415 check out this post by me Adventures In Body Grooming #39 April Topic Link: What Lies Beneath If April Showers Oh Bloody Hell What Kind Of Weather Turns Me On Bloggers Symposium 40
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That is really a bitch! Very rude to say the least. Really sad it had to happen to you. It sure made you a strong and better women in the end. hugs V Become a blog watcher sweet_vm
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No doubt she was jealous of how young, beautiful, and carefree you were. This story is a good reminder to me not to judge how younger women are dressed. Not that I would EVER grab someone's arm and scold them, but ya know, sometimes those thoughts float by. Good god why shouldn't they enjoy being young and free?   
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It might help to imagine her being hit by a bus. Become a member now and get a free tote bag.
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