“What do you find so wrong about being a woman? Why can’t you be girly and wear make up?” her sister had said, the words echoing back to her in her head, silent in her ears.
“There’s no dignity in it!” her words reminded her again of her sister’s face.
“What do you mean?”
What did she mean, indeed. There was so much wrong with the world today, like being a woman automatically meant you were socially obliged to be a low class slut, or a doll stiff without virtue. That you had to be glammed up and feminine, or you were ugly and slobbish.
She’d rather be slobbish than some pregnant bimbo without worth to anyone’s eyes, her body destroyed because she let herself by abused by some guy. Watching her belly balloon while her image and her value shrunk like some forgotten dying flower…
The sand crunched under her feet as she walked along the beach. She may as well be like a sand grain in the empty world beneath her feet. She didn’t matter either, no matter what she did.
She looked up. Jessica.
Jess smiled as she ran, gradually closing the distance.
She tasted of salt.