how do i explain | day one

The thing is . . . I’m just not open.

I thought I could be. With a few quick stretches and reflex checks, I realized the muscles still worked. I remembered the steps; could fall easily into the waltz of asking and revealing; enticing from a safe distance.

It was like riding a bike.

Until I said too much.

How do I explain?

I fell into a routine. A self whose lines I’d crafted and memorized years ago. The me I was the last time I did this dance.

And while this new self remains an unanswered question, I know she has no room for the woman who showed up in those conversations.

I’m just not that open anymore.

Day One of the #30Layers30Days writing challenge by @ggreneewrites on Instagram.

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a girl named rob

I used to be "skinny black girl." I'm now a slender woman on the other side of 35 with no new moniker who is not quite interested in writing under her given name. Still writing my life, a day (or some months) at a time. Also, still black.

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