by Mary Lane
That next thing in life. I just wasn't exactly sure what it would be.
To be grown. Even though I still acted like a child.
To keep up with the boys. I always had. I was proud of that. But breasts change things.
To drink these boys under the table. And I was a quick study.
My naiveté invisible to others. But that's like pointing to my nose (which is massive) and saying, “I don't have a nose.”
Just to be a normal, American girl. Or woman. Whatever that meant.
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I've adored reading everyone's interpretation in the What I Wanted vein. This is probably my tenth version because I'm so scared of what it was I wanted, but I like doing things that scare me. Sometimes.
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Oh boy.
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To keep up with the boys. I always had. I was proud of that. But breasts change things.
To drink these boys under the table. And I was a quick study. "
Yep.
Fear and want are two natural connections, I think. I like your note, Harley. You begin with a million dollar sentence - "That next thing in life." Exactly. "A quick study" - Yes.
Nice and succinct!
You did a good job. The story--and the character--are believable and charming. Fav.
Stupid breasts. *
Breasts do change everything. But at least they remind us that we can actually want what we are. Which is tricky, but so delicious.
There isn't a drop of anything artificial or constructed here, it is just drop dead truth (story truth) spread out so well on the page
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Love the honestness of this - simple, clean, good writing with a point. Pretty points. *ahem*
oh those breasts. they do change many things.
To be grown. Even though I still acted like a child.
me?
still waiting
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Oh yes, to keep up with the boys. My goal, too, for so many years. Not now -- years change things ;^) peace *
Lovely, sad, yearning, funny - well done!