Being an adolescent growing through puberty, I had a bra my mother bought newly just for me. It was fully black, just as I had requested, but with a tiny little flower in the middle; a simple design as I wanted.
I wore this every day, being the only one I'm ever comfortable in, until one day. I was wearing the bra as I usually would, until one of my "friends" pointed out the flower buldging through my shirt.
"You still have a design on yours? That's childish. Grow up."
That hit me, and quite a lot. I've always been told by adults around me that I'm so smart for my age and that I've grown up quick. It's stupid, but I held on to that. I thought that if maybe, just maybe, I matured early people in my family would finally take me seriously.
So, I cut it off. I was so proud of myself. My bra had looked so great, "I'm so mature." I thought.
It didn't really do much. After that, no one really noticed. I couldn't just say "Hey, look at my bra!" No. No one cared. I wish I never did too.
I wish I didn't cut it off. I miss that flower.. And I sure do miss my innocence.
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