“Leggings aren’t pants.”
In a whisper: “She probably can’t fit a pair of jeans over that ass!”
I can’t believe that just happened. I can’t believe some skinny white bitches from DePaul had the nerve to say that to me. Or to anyone, for that matter. And they weren’t even drunk! At least, I hope they weren’t drunk this early in the morning. I guess it wouldn’t surprise me that much.
Fact is, I love my ass. I want to show it off all the time. It’s like a perfect round globe, and my muscly legs are Atlas. It’s like a soft pillow; it cushions wherever I sit. And when I dance, this booty shakes like nothing you’ve ever seen. It’s beautiful to behold, a natural wonder of the world. Bitches are just jealous that their bland, two-by-four plank bodies blend into the background. They are forgettable. They’ll never pop like me.
Today is National Flash Fiction Day in the UK! I don't know why we don't have one in the U.S., but I'm going to celebrate anyway. Here are some flash fiction blogs I like (all of which can be found on my "Links" page):
- Sum-Up Stories
- Paragraph Planet
- FlashFiction.net (not actual stories--has lots of resources for flash fiction writers)