by: Kate scholl

My new bra feels like a hug
It holds fast where I need
It embraces and invites
supportively

It also lingers too long
awkwardly
It digs in places
Just like a hug does
sometimes

My new bra is my first bra, my first
breath
A bralette
They call it

It holds me together while I
grow
in more ways than one
One day I will have wings and I will fly
That day I will hate the bra and want to break
My cocoon

Kate Scholl lives in Maine with her family. She went to school for Creative Writing and didn’t really do anything with that degree. You can find her on Twitter @katiebear716.