The Struggle of a Woman Named Sisi.

A young woman, born in the place she was born. She grew up with the name Sidonie, but it held her back. Prevented her true potential from shining through. So one day, she said "I shall change my name to Sisi." so she orders a tee shirt with the words "MY NAME IS SISI AND IM FREE." on it. Feeling good, she went for a stroll around town. In town, a wrinkled old geezer came up  to her and read her shirt aloud. "MY NAME IS SEYSEYE AND IM FREE" he said. And there were the shades again, covering the window of Sidonie's oh so bright potential. She had had it. She was TIRED of being surpressed by the man. So, she continued to walk through town, searching for an answer. When a woman, a large woman with tight, binding shorts came by and waved at her. And there it was. The cellulite of the woman gave Sidonie a blast of hope. The "CE" in cellulite sounded so much like the "SI" in Sisi. And from then on, young Sidonie decided to go by the name of Cece. A name everyone could understand. And a name that came with a bottle of windex to shine the windows of Sidonie, now Cece's true potential.