Fragments
Once my father called me a slut for wearing jeans at a wedding. A couple of years later he would call me vulgar and lewd for not veiling myself at church. Pretty safe to say that I was aware of what my skin could do. What my bones held. I was told that women’s bodies were crafted to seduce and trap men, lure them into temptation and have them fall wayward on their paths. Years of trying to dres...