The Start
There was a time, in the locker room
The dreaded hate to change in front of my peers as my insecurities run out of my leaving clothes.
In search for my jeans to hurry up so I can cover my biggest errors in myself
And in this panic , in this chaos
a girl calls out
Wow, those are quite large.
…..quite large
Those simple word buried themselves deep inside me
Once upon a time when I look at a mirror I saw a happy girl who is proud to be herself
Now when I look in a mirror my only screaming thought is
Wow those are quite large
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