This morning I felt different
I stared at my mirror
My naked body staring back at me
I tilted my body to one side
Then back again

I reach my hands up
Feeling the two lumps
The two lumps that defined who I was
The two lumps that changed how others viewed me
The two lumps that would one day feed my children

I slid my hands down
Down the curves of my body
I ran my hands through my pubic hair
I traced the shape of my thighs
Is this what a woman looks like?

I stared at her chest
Nothing had changed for her
I stared down at my own chest
Why was I first?
She stared at my chest
What is it like? She asks

I feel different
But a good different
I’m scared to begin this journey
But also excited
To become a woman

I follow anxiously behind the woman
She brings out a measuring tape
Arms up She says
I pick out a simple color
Nude will do
But it doesn’t match my skin

I hate how it feels
Boys don’t have to wear this
Why can’t I go out without one
My breasts aren’t even big enough
I’m never wearing it again

I turn and look into the mirror
I smooth out the dress
I run my hands down my body
I smile
My body smiles back.