Noodle Prompt / Wired

Free At Last

A poem

They started small, especially for the sizes of other body parts, rather than wanting more, I was happy with less in the days of braless halters and beachy bikinis, too much and a girl looked loose, easy, slutty — just enough to establish my gender and not enough to be labeled a quean.

Then, marriage and the inevitable 15, then 20, then 40, fat deposited randomly, creating melons out of tangerines, the no-bra look became the big-bra look, C to D and double D, wired contraptions to keep them contained, controlled, restrained, like prisoners at Alcatraz.

Pinched lines under and around, uncomfortable signs of bondage, sore at day’s end like long-worn handcuffs, pajamas my preferred clothing, letting them breathe and bounce, free at last, free at last!

A matronly look that revealed the age my face did not, wearing clothes of my mother or great-aunties, no more exposed skin, no more bra-less anythings, always bound and bent under the weight of too much titty.

Rarely does illness give us gratitude, but mine in ‘21 carved away the years of extra me, chiseling and knocking off bits and pieces, leaving less and less, the DD to a B, not what they were, gravity is relentless, but small enough for the occasional outing without restraints, letting the prisoners move freely, a cami instead of a wired foundation, liberated for the duration, free at last, free at last!

© Dennett 2022

In response to this interesting prompt by Lucy Dan 蛋小姐 (she/her/她):