She sat there in her seat that screamed power just like her personality. She had a document in her hand as she scrolled through it without a care in the world. Her hand held an expensive parker as she circled around the mistakes. Her perfectly manicured fingers elegantly kept brushing the hair out of her face that escaped the scrutiny of her loose bun. Her nose crinkled everytime her glasses slipped down her nose.
She sighed every 10 minutes and cracked her neck while glancing at her empty Starbucks cup. Finally, with determination she stood up and walked away from her cabin. Her 5 inchers clacked against the marble flooring as her walked towards the break room. Her expensive black suit was now unbuttoned fashionably and her short skirt was crinkled ever since she returned from our sister magazines CEO's room.
My colleagues kept throwing her hateful glances as she walked by, whispering words like 'slut' and 'bitch' not audible to anyone's listening. She just smirked listening those inaudible gasps and adjusted her collar to show off the shadow of the bruising on her neck. Maybe the hushed whispers were heard because of some guy who couldn't have her or some woman who didn't have it in her to make the thoughts of her imagination of her reality and she knew that. She knew her reality and she hid her story well. Her scars were her pride she wore them like a tattoo.
There was something about her walk though, it exuded confidence. She was no size 2 but her body was the least of your concerns when she started talking. Beware to those who wish upon a conversation which would ultimately leave them bewitched. Such was her charm, she could leave you completely rattled and unveiled. Such was her laugh that no man could deny her, but she belonged to no man either.
Maybe it was the fact that she belonged to no man but herself that made her so iridescent. She loved herself in way I couldn't even begin to fathom. Maybe that was her secret she loved herself the way no one else ever could.
Whipping up some thoughts in this short journey called... life! I write essays, thoughts and articles ranging from life philosophies, political ideologies to my whimsically idiosyncrasies.
Saturday, 3 October 2015
She loved herself
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