Treatment

I wrote this piece for my Advanced Poetry class at Drake University. Using the title of  a Roger Reeves poem, I wrote about the issue of self awareness.

 

Treatment

 

walking into the dressing room,

I wasn’t expecting much.

spandex and an oversized

t-shirt would only make my cousins think

I got fat

again

I suck in

my

stomach,

tuck my breasts

into the insufficient

cup,

snap

a photo

to my mom for

approval.

 

No, she spotted

the outer rounds

flooding the

triangular gatekeepers.

American flags marking

my final hope

for a two-piece.

water balloon breasts laid

flat inside the rounded receptacle.

 

arms above my head,

revealing full coverage,

I smile.

 

I never strived to flaunt.

anticipating sexualized eyes,

offended by my 15-year old breasts.

existence preceded that luxury.

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