Dark Skin

17: s e s s i o n.

❛A mother is a person who seeing there are only four pieces of a pie for five people, promptly announces she never did care for pie.❜
- Tenneva Jordan.

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Once the question left my mouth, I regretted it because as far as I knew mum, this one question would make her ask hundreds of questions.

"Fat? And you, Julia? Why? What happened? Is everything alright? Did anyone tell you that you are fat? Tell me already, alright? Are you being bullied or something? Why are you asking?" She interrogated me, all concerned, without a break in-between her questions. Mum then let out a breath which clearly announced the end of her side of the session. Now, it was my turn.

"I was just—," I emphasized on just, "—just wondering and nothing more. Everything's fine. Today we had a talk about being obese and I just asked you. I don't want to be ill because of fats in my body now, do I?" I let out a fake chuckle after having told Mum a complete lie. I definitely did not attend a talk on obesity. It was more likely an insults party.

"Oh," She muttered, somewhat relieved. Part of her still seemed cautious. "No, you're not fat. And Julia, if there's any problem tell me."

I nodded.

Some problems are called Claire. How do you deal with that?