Читать книгу Party Girl: A Short Story from the collection, Reader, I Married Him - Nadifa Mohamed - Страница 7
ОглавлениеIT WASN’T ALWAYS LIKE THIS, YOU KNOW; for ages I was the kinda girl people said no one would wanna marry. Party Girl. Sharmuuto. Dhillo. I’ve heard it all. Started when I was around thirteen and got these breasts from nowhere, I’m talking flat as anything to E-cups in a coupla months; my hooyo made me put on a hijab quicksharp, no lie. Didn’t stop nothing, though. Boys and men still asking for my digits left, right and centre. Nothing to write home about, just leaaannn Somali boys acting gangster and Jamaican boys asking for a little touch. Hooyo
