Four Little Words (at be, mama. be.)

Four Little Words (at be, mama. be.)

Four Little Words

Four Little Words This week, I am over at Cara Meredith's place sharing a story filled with words that scare me. But I'm learning that the more I write those words, the more I want to, the more I am free from the fear.

I hope you'll join me over at be, mama. be. This piece is part of her series based on the above quote. Here's how it starts:

My college boyfriend and I drove down to the lake that night, as we often did. He was a little unsure of a lot of things, so I never knew whether we were going to kiss or debate the existence of Hell. He turned off his car and looked at me, hesitating just a moment. “There’s something I’ve been meaning to talk to you about,” he said.

I waited, silently, as I usually did in those days.

“I’ve noticed that women who have a belly don’t really seem to take very good care of themselves,” he said.

It took me a moment to register the words. As soon as I did, I was confused. What does this have to do with me?

“You have a belly,” he said, answering my unspoken question.

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