The weight on my breasts.




"When I was growing up, YOU had a problem with my gender, then my complexion, then the small size of my breast , then my height, later my puberty, then college choice, career choice, choice of friends, hair on my armpits, choice of what I wear, choice of what I don’t wear, choice of hair and habits, choice of the short skirt and stilettos, body-hugging tee, amount of words I spoke, hand gestures, loud voice, mannerisms , boldness, places I visited, the time I visited, why I visited and with whom, my red lipstick to my nose stud, my beer and my sex on the beach, my religion, rituals I follow, fasting’s that I do not do, one leg anklet that I am in love with, the cuss words that I speak or do not speak…basically, my very existence."




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