“Damn, girl! Your pockets are full!” Someone shouted at me. I was walking into the mall with my brother. I was thirteen, maybe fourteen. My brother laughed. Then he yelled something to him in my defense. “What did he mean, my pockets are full?” I asked. “He’s talking about your butt.” I lowered my head, […]
Thank you, Mandi, for sharing a personal story that many be all too familiar to many of us out there.