The Essex Girl.
The Essex Girl.
So I was shopping at my local supermarket yesterday, I love shopping and this was like any other shopping day, where either, I had little money and was looking for bargains or just got paid and was going to treat the family to ‘above the basics’ (things that we’d ran out off and was doing without, until I got paid).
Then on the third isle I saw her, I love people watching!! And she caught my eye, why? Cause I wouldn’t go shopping dressed like that. She had badly bleached blond hair; the extensions didn’t look good, and loosely clipped up with a comb clip on the crown of her head.
She was very slim, with tight fitting short top and white stretch jeans, her stiletto shoes, the heel was well over 6” tall, and she was pushing a pram. My opinion of her wasn’t very good, and was sad to say, I had judged her; I had admired her for having such an amazing figure for she had recently had a newborn.
Ten minutes later I saw her again in isle six, but this time I saw her in a completely different light, for on her beautiful face was a huge black eye! How could anyone be SO cruel! The coward! The bully! I was SO proud of her for not trying to hide it with make-up or even worse wearing sun glasses, for to me that would have gone with her ‘look.’
So I’d gone shopping and seen this young woman, aged about twenty, she’d seen to me, a woman with her life, going well, she had looked to me content, yet she had been battered by an evil person! I genuinely felt sorry for her! I hope the person that did this, pays! Usually they don’t, normally the woman stays with lowlifes like that, until they can take no more ....... and leaves.
In my view, she looked like an Essex Girl, weak and air headed. She wasn’t, she is a Woman of Substance; I wish her well and her baby.
Reeva Steenkamp R.I.P.