Bra Angst

Bra Angst


Maggie noticed she was growing,
through her t-shirt she was showing.
Like budding blossoms in the Spring,
her breasts grew hard, began to sting.

Concerned she cried, “What’s wrong with me?
Each day I’m filled with anxiety.
My body’s changing—my mood is bad,
I constantly worry and feel so sad.”

But momma noticed Maggie’s plight,
the proof was right there in plain sight.
“Maggie, dear, these words please heed,
a training bra is what you need.”

“A training bra!” She shunned the thought;
the pinching strap—the cloth so rough.
Her friends would see it—her life was through,
what’s a young teenager to do?

A bra was purchased, just her size;
she put it on and to her surprise,
it fit just right—made her feel good;
just like a budding woman should.

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