Category: Sugar Story

I still don't get why my body doesn't do the dance moves I see. I've done my best to keep up with the latest booty-hop moves since the mid 90s. My bathroom mirror being my only spectacle, I tried my hips at tootsie rolling, pop locking, train riding, etc. To date dance steps make me… Continue reading Sugar Story: May I have this Dance?

I still don't get why I let society dictate changes to my natural state. I had a good plan. The trees lined my exit from the backyard in majestic applause. I had found my rights of passage ceremony, my declaration to the neighborhood that I would be the equilibrium. My pop belly stood out as… Continue reading Sugar Story: Born this way

I still don't get why hope is not lost. You know what used to attract me about so called "chic-flicks" and shows like The Bachelor, The Bachelorette, You've got Mail, Sleepless in Seattle? Hope. Hope that by the end of my "movie of life" or by 30, I would be living out a magical moment.… Continue reading Sugar Story: Repost