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Hannah and Me
Hannah and I were talking in the car today about the heat. Our A/C is not working, so car rides can get HOT. She was wearing long pants and a short sleeve shirt, and she said she would like to wear her shorts and a tank top but wasn’t sure if it was OK to hang out with her friends. I replied that if she wanted to wear that, then she should, that there was nothing inappropriate about bare arms and legs on a hot summer day and as long she was comfortable in it she was just fine. I added that when I was a kid I used to dress like that in the summer too.
She said… “Well, yeah, but you got pregnant at seventeen.”
I just sat there.
I finally said, “Well, that didn’t happen because of how I chose to dress. In fact, by that time in my life I tried to cover up as much of me as possible. I wore jeans no matter how hot it was because I thought I was fat and ugly. It happened because I was lonely and felt I was unworthy of love and thought that the only way to get the boy I loved to love me back was to give in and have sex with him.”
I didn’t really say much the rest of car ride. I don’t feel like talking much now either.