Oh Victoria, your secret hurts.
But she has to keep.
‘Keep what…? The secret…?’
Yes… And the pain.
She wants to let loose.
Let loose her hair…
But they call it shame.
‘Push up now..’ they say.
There are worms inside your skin.
Let the wire of the cups dig inside your flesh.
But she is scared.
‘What if the catterpillars turn into butterflies…
and die in a day..?’
They are least bothered.
So do your curves.
And you know what? So does a flat chest.
So layer them up.
‘What? You can’t breath easy..?’
Because you are not supposed to.
Has history taught you nothing…?