This past weekend, my mom was being honored for her work in our area as the first last of our church. A few of my godsiblings spent the night at our house — my godbrother, his ex-girlfriend (who wants REALLY BAD to be part of the family), my godsister, her husband and their son (my godson). When we all went out, I took my godson to my seat with me and as I was going into the row to my seat, a woman looks at me and goes, “is your husband coming to sit with you? i can move down if he is.”

this threw me off for a few reasons.

1) the fact that people will now assume that a child is mine really blows my mind. it takes me back to when i got sick in a restaurant at about 12 and i threw up and a lady in the bathroom asked if i was pregnant. i went, “i’m 12” and she replied, “but are you pregnant?”. that’s never left me. it throws me off.

2) the fact that i’m old enough for people to assume i’m married REALLY blows my mind. 

3) a shit ton of hetero-normative, cis-normative, social norms compounded into that statement. but that’s another discussion.

anyway, it’s really sinking in that i’m 22. my FB timeline is full of my ex-classmates from high school and their babies. and hanging out with my godson (now 10 months old) makes it no better. dude, i’ll be sitting with him like “I WANT A BABYYYYY”, but it really makes no sense for me to want one financially, emotionally… none-a-dat. idk. being in my 20s is the weirdest shit since puberty. weird weird weird. 

yesterday, i found out that i gained 10 pounds or so. this puts me at…. well, let’s just say i weigh more than a good number of professional football players. today, it was a TINY bit warmer earlier, so i wore my oversized deep purple sweater, black leggings, and black Timberland boots. as i’m headed home (also wearing a thermal-lined hoodie and scarf, so i’m kinda padded by now), this random guy yells out to me, “YOU HAVE A GREAT BODY, MA.”

HELL YEAH

FUCKIN RIGHT

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