Dear breasts,
Why did you have to be so unneccessarily large? Why can't I control your size? Why did you not develop normally like other girls' breasts?!
I'm sorry, I'm blaming you yet I know it's out of your control. I'm pathetic. I'm writing letters to a part of my body. Am I finally becoming insane?
It's not your fault he approaches me lustfully. It's not your fault he always stares at you. It's not your fault his hands always come shooting out to grasp you. It's my fault. I should have said "no" clearer. I should not have stayed silent.
Now, you have dark memories attached to you and sometimes I feel like ripping you off of my body. You have no use. The only purpose you seem to have is attracting people I do not want near me. You incite pleasure, stimulate organs and provoke excitement but not for me.
It's unfair. People preach to me about self-love but how can I love myself when you are a part of me. You are always a fraction of a person's first impression of me and it hurts.
It hurt when he did those things to you even though I said no. It hurt so much.
YOU ARE READING
EPHEMERAL
القصة القصيرة[ inspired by twirlingwands' 'pithy' ] SHE WAS SORRY FOR THE INFLICTION DONE TO HER TEMPLE, THOUGH IT WAS NOT HER FAULT.
