The thing is people have always had a tendency to underestimate me. Which is fine. In fact, I even used to enjoy turning those expectations around on folks. But that was back when people were seeing the color of my skin and my girlish countenance and assuming I wasn’t worth more than the dress I was wearing. Now, though, their judgment is based on my missing an arm, and I can’t say I truly understand why. Just because I’m down a limb doesn’t mean I don’t have two perfectly good feet to plant in their rear end.
