An Accidental Woman 2
How do you get mad at the thing you are, when the thing you are is the judge. I sat for days in the apartment feeling used, manipulated. I wanted to hate what had happened to me, but it was hard. Everything inside me said it was right. The transition had almost taken place overnight, but there was still that thing within me that told me this was not who I was. The small things reminded me. I woke up and didn’t put a shirt on, and was immediately reminded I was a woman because of the weight of my chest. Indeed almost always my chest was the reminder. I never wore a bra around the house specifically because it reminded me, and because of it, the sway and movement always served as a little …