Becoming A Woman

This morning I felt different I stared at my mirror My naked body staring back at me I tilted my body to one side Then back again I reach my hands up Feeling the two lumps The two lumps that defined who I was The two lumps that changed how others viewed me The two lumps that would one day feed my children I slid my hands down Down the curves of my body I ran my hands through my pubic hair I traced the shape of my thighs Is this what a woman looks like? I stared at her chest Nothing had changed for her I stared down at my own chest Why was I first? She stared at my chest What is it like? She asks I feel different But a good different I’m scared to begin this journey But also excited To become a woman I follow anxiously behind the woman She brings out a measuring tape Arms up She says I pick out a simple color Nude will do But it doesn’t match my skin I hate how it feels Boys don’t have to wear this Why can’t I go out without one My breasts aren’t even big enough I’m never wearing it again I turn and look into the mirror I smooth out the dress I run my hands down my body I smile My body smiles back.