Robyn Fisher sees black women as mythical and superhuman. Why should she not? The magic comes from realness, the love, the flesh, hair. They way words are formed and how it rolls off the lips. The way they rally around each other when needed.
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Standing in the shower with the water running over me. Not crying, not angry, I don't feel anything right now. I'm not understanding why?
Am I that stressed out?
"Ms. Violet are you okay in there?"
"Yes, I am just soaking," I said laughing.
"Okay, my Uber is here. I'm heading to swim practice."
"Okay, see you later."
"Bye, bye."
I finished up my shower and sat on the bed, putting on coco butter. I was going to meet the girl Alex at the gym. I asked her would she go with me since I know that she is always at the gym.
Maybe she could help me lose weight.
"Hello?" I answered my phone.
"It's me Jackie."
"I know, how can I help you Jackie?"
"I have a meeting with Robyn tomorrow to see if she would resign me, and I just wanted to apologize again for what I did to you."
"I know there is a meeting I have to be there. We will talk tomorrow, okay I have to go." I hung up without waiting for a response.
"Just breath."
I finished getting ready.
Get Fit
I walked inside with my Nike track suit on. Looking at everyone in this opened gym.
"Hey," Alex said coming up to me.
I looked her up and down, glancing her body over.
"Your body checking me?"
"No, no..I wasn't."
"Okay, okay. So, where do you want me to start?"
"I don't know."
"Can I be honest?" She asked.
Here she goes with her mess.
"Violet, there is nothing wrong with you. That day at the gym, I never called you fat. Never."
