graphic by kayleigh woltal
I forgot I had that birthmark there On the curve of my bottom Just shy of my hip Barely visible in my briefs I remember when another girl In our adolescence Told me it looked like a keyhole And she had one that looked like a key Back then my thighs were slim My chest was flat My back was straight And I paid no mind to my belly But now I look down And all I see is belly A swollen protrusion Of womanhood I cover it with a beautiful Velvet green dress It was perfect Until my breasts didn’t fit But that’s womanhood I tell myself At 10, I wanted these “They are my best asset” I whisper I’ll eat a salad after this Without the dressing And puke it all up