No Regrets
No Regrets
X-cept that I let
my boobies droop.
I never thought my flat chest
would be big enough to sag.
I never thought I’d be flabby enough
to see my used to be firm breasts flounce and bounce.
Yet, here I am, today, writing a poem
about how I wish I had learned to make my pecs pop.
Yes, I used to stand in front of the mirror
and try to find the action to isolate the chest muscles.
Make them flex and unflex.
If only I had been more diligent in that quest,
took care of my body better
I’d be blessed with popping
eye-gawking mouth-dropping,
performance ready at all times,
mammaries.
6 thoughts on "No Regrets"
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Cathy! This poem is full of humor and an ironic kind of humility that makes your work so enjoyable and potentially so cutting. Your word choices here – sag and flab, pecs and pops, flounce and bounce – and the cadences you establish give me the feeling of an old woman on a playground seesaw holding on for dear life. So well done.
I adore your wit and the way you write/read humor SO well! As always, can hear you reading it right off the page!
“Popping/ eye-gawking, mouth-dropping (…) mammaries”
😂😂😂
I like the no regrets/if only mixed feelings (or maybe I’m just thinking about my own body 🙂 )
Love this!! Thank you for a moment of very relatable mirth. I adore how you open with x-cept, it sets the mood perfectly ☺️
I enjoyed this playful, self-deprecating voice and how it’s so refreshingly unglamorous
Hilarious and poignant as always, darlin!
Thanks for the mammaries 😏