Erica doesn’t much care about what she wears as long as it doesn’t itch. Her sister tired of her wearing the same black stretch pants and men’s sweaters, so she became her personal shopper. Meaghan has good “fashion sense” and calls herself a “fashionista”. Erica thinks the terms sound asinine but appreciates her sister finding clothes that make her want to go dancing again. Erica had stopped going to Salsa Night when the scale tipped at one-eighty.
When Erica dances, her mass moves with the fluid ease of water. She’s light on her feet, twisting and moving with precision and passion. Lost in the dance and the music, she forgets about the betrayal of her ballooned exterior and the sniggers of strangers. After forty years with the defective thyroid she is not inured to the judgement and assumptions, but none of it matters while the music plays.
8 min @ the desk, 4.30.13
source of inspiration: heard at John and Queen St. W
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