Delilah locked the bathroom door and switched the tap to the sink on, pushing the plug into place. Her new black bra was tucked into her pants so her mum wouldn't spot it when she ran down the hall.
The bra barely fit Delilah, she had spent hours in Big W trying to find a fitting bra, she settled with a 8A, deciding she could push some toilet paper into the gap left between the fatty tissue of her breast and the fabric of the bra cup.
Delilah had owned the small, black bra for around a month and she still hadn't told her mum. Every night she would run to the bathroom, fill the sink with soapy water and scrub her bra until it was clean, she would lay it out in the corner of her room where no one could see and grab it in the morning. Though the bra was always damp the next day Delilah continued to wear it, all the cool girls wore bras now so obviously Delilah had to wear one too, she wanted to fit in and she would do anything to do just that, chaffing and all.
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Delilah
Historia CortaThe short story of Delilah, a girl who never wanted to grow up and never wanted to face the side effects. This piece of writing is a proud supporter of the #FreeYourBody campaign.
