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Seven:
standing on the sidewalk barefoot, soaked t shirt sticking to [their] chest, [they] launch another
water balloon at the neighbor.
Nine:
standing in the living room, arms crossed over Chest [They’re] Developing, [they] march
upstairs to cover [their] tank top with a t-shirt.
Twelve:
standing in front of the mirror, no shirt, turning side to side looking for any sign, [they] beg the
god they stopped believing in two years ago.
Fourteen:
standing in the girls locker room, sports bra over padded bra, [they] try to breathe normally and
ignore the underwire during cross country practice.
Sixteen:
standing in [their] bedroom, just out of the shower, he asks to see, [they] throw [their] phone and
ignore him for two days.
Eighteen:
standing in a piercing shop, shirt on the chair, man marking dots on either side of [their] nipples,
[they] flinch both times, leave a sweat print of [their] whole body on the table, and send pictures
to everyone.
Twenty:
standing in their apartment, screaming, they banish bras.
Twenty-one:
standing in the park, sheer fabric hiding nothing, they feel the sun on their chest, the way they
did in dreams as a child.
Twenty-four:
standing on the beach in a thong, they revel in the warmth of each inch of skin existing
unashamed and free.