I miss my breasts
Now, to be clear,
to you it looks like they’re still here.
And, here they are
and here they’re B
But know this- they once were DD.
For health reasons
I’ve lost some fat
And my breasts have gone, well…flat.
We’ve had good times
My breasts and I
When I look downward now I want to cry.
Because, you see
I remember when
And I’d like to see The Girls like that again.
My daughter said,
“Mom, don’t frown,
We always lose fat from the neck on down!”
Great, I thought,
I’m getting thin
but now I have a wattle under my chin.
I know it’s good,
but it’s not fair,
I remember when my breasts would draw a stare.
My breasts aren’t Me,
There’s no secret power,
But I think back to when they started to flower.
At first just buds
each a small pink bump.
A surprise when the rough towel’s pressure made me jump.
They’re still fun
Before, though, to hold: you’d need more than one hand.
I suppose it’s time
Given my age
For them to change, but I feel sadness, yes: rage.
All the time that I lost!
Figuring what they’re about!
I should have flaunted, played, explored, taken them touring about!
I do miss my breasts,
but let me be clear.
I’m thankful, so thankful, that they’re still with me here.
Tell me in the comments below: Do you have similar feeling about the way your body changes?
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