When the rumors
start we know
we are children
living in adult bodies.
I wonder how girls
who played with me
at Chuck E. Cheese
are now mothers
themselves.
Mothers like mine
are concerned
with modesty.
Teaching us to conceal
parts that crave
the sunlight.
I dare to don
my first bikini.
Relishing in the blue
and white striped top
hugging my breasts
and the ruffled bottom
that barely reaches
my belly button.
For the first time I say
This is my body.
I want it to be seen
and I want it to be free.
Megan Griffin is an emerging writer from the Quiet Corner of Connecticut whose work mainly explores the themes of grief and nature. She earned her MA in English from Bridgewater State University and her work has been published in Barrelhouse, Brevity, Months to Years, and Parhelion. You can find her on Twitter @MegGrif1023.
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