To the outside world, they are known as the black millionaire power couple, but to Sayria, she's just a wife held against her will, trying to escape.
Sayria Johnson has everything she has ever wanted, a great family, great friends, a successful mil...
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"Babe I'm sure you look really beautiful, as always. Just come out and let us see you!"
"Yeah let's see how good you look in the outfit I picked," Mica said sounding excited.
"You don't think this is too much," I said coming out from the bathroom, feeling a little self-conscious.
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"What?! You look absolutely gorgeous. Ion know why you'd even ask such a stupid question like that" Mica said ushering me over to her.
"I don't know who told my baby she was ugly, but let me find 'em and I'll beat 'em up for you boo."
"Guys stop it"
"We ain't playing, you know we'd kill a bitch for you if it came down to it" Sumayyah interjected.
Recently I have shied away from showing off myself. There are various outfits I have yet to wear that are left to collect dust in my closet. I mostly cover up if I have to. If I could, I'd never show my body to anyone. Don't get me wrong, all my clothes are beautiful and have some type of purpose for each event I attend.
However, lately, I've felt uncomfortable showing revealing clothing. The outfit doesn't make you, you make the outfit, and it all depends on how you present yourself and the type of attitude you let off with the outfit on. Ironic, a fashion designer who doesn't like to wear her own clothes. I guess I would prefer seeing my models in the clothes than me. He ruined that for me.
"I don't know why you're trying to put that on, your body isn't flattering in that. I don't know why you continue to keeptrying to wear things that don't look good on you. You design clothes for beautiful black women, not for yourself.
"But...Deshawn, I like this dress" I explained, trying to push past the fact he subliminally called me ugly.
The insecurities that I have are too real, but I was determined to stand my ground on this one. I was very proud of the dress I had designed and wanted to show it off at one of the charity events. It was on a rare occasion that I was able to do things like this.
"I'm your husband, and I'm always gonna be honest with you. You're not cute in that, so get outta that and put on something else that compliments your body better." He ripped the clothing from my body, tearing the material at the seams. I looked down at the now torn dress that had fallen to the floor. Granted it, it had barely been zipped up yet, but I still was upset.
"DESHAWN!! Why would you do that?!" I screamed and fell to the floor, holding on to the dress that surrounded me. My fingers grazed against the start of the zipper, and I began to cry.
"You have thousands of dresses in that closet that I bought. Just pick another one." he toned down a bit, but I could still detect the sternness in his voice.
