Snickers and Oatmeal

Everyday is an argument with my hips.

My ass and thighs are instigators. Every article of clothing, a debate ensues. Dresses and skirts are valid reasons to worry about the view from behind.

It would be unfair to flash the world my family heirlooms. All pairs of jeans hug me for dear life. There's no need for padded jeans when I have portable pillows for a backside.

With every step more eyes follow the way my hips sway. Older women chastising me for the uncontrollable, smaller women tossing envy coated daggers, I am the controversy by being present.

All this fuss over my, to the white gaze oversized, to the brown gaze heavenly, body.

But please, savor every stare. Turn me into your favorite dish and try to swallow me whole.

If you try, you'll realize that you need a drink to handle something this thick.

Evon Williams

Washington, DC

Lover. Writer. Budding PR/Marketing Consultant. Emotional and Mental Growth enthusiast. Sex Positive Supporter.

You can find me @goddessevon on most social media sites.