in a completely
 
 revealing
 
 bikini and standing
 
 in front of a full-length
 
 reflection
 
 rotating like a bird on
 
 a spit, trying to admire the
 
 naked truth
 
 staring back at you:
 
 body slim but not
 
 fine-tuned
 
 boyish hips, just
 
 barely qualifying as
 
 curves
 
 uncertain breasts,
 
 cup size
 
 stalled
 
 somewhere between
 
 A (plus) and B (minus),
 
 womanhood
 
 desperately trying
 
 to escape,
 
 succeeding
 
 once a month,
 
 like it or not,
 
 ready or not.
 
 (At least that wasn’t
 
 currently a problem!)
 
 The Tattoo, However, Was
 
 It did look better,