I’d like to think, for the most part, I’m all that. But be honest, folks. Sometimes you’re hot and well, those times you’re not, you need to fess up, okay? ‘Cause believe you me, somebody out there is willing to let you know. I’m one such person. And look at this way, the truth is a beautiful thing no matter how ugly it is.
Now, it’s not about being down and out on myself or nothing. It’s not. I just have to lay the facts on the table and play with what’s in my hand. Same as you, ’cause you ain’t all that on a 24/7 basis either. Need I remind you? Let’s lay that on the table while we’re at it (finger snapping and neck rolling).
Okay. So, I’ve relocated my little work area to this…I don’t know what it is. A dressing table that looks like a desk? Well, when I need to charge my little laptop, that’s where I sit if I want to keep working on something steady, right? So, I’m working right along and I’m doing real fine for the first few days, justa pecking along on this keyboard of mine.
Well, I got to picking on myself sorta.You know, with the mirror being in fronta me and all. Not in a bullying kinda way but I’m like, “Totsy, you got yourself a big ass head. Damn, girl!” I got to turning the damn thing this way and that. You know, just in case I’d caught myself a bad angle. I’m trying to cut myself a break with my own image staring right back and something said to me, “Uh uh, yo’ shit’s just big.” Then, I got to wondering if my shoulders got smaller and I can’t say they did or didn’t. I mean, my shoulders ain’t something I give a heapa attention to. Do you? Then, I started thinking of my shoe size, which is an 8 or 8.5, depending on the make and model and you know what? I said, “Totsy, you’d be in trouble if you had smaller feet. Your ass would tilt right on over.”
Be honest. What’s your physical liability? And do you need to take a rider out on your insurance for certain body parts? Hey, if you don’t know, you best ask somebody. Better yet, send me your photo and let a sistah hook you right on up, okay?