Revision...
I
When did my nipples grow larger?
My breasts heavier?
My hips take on flesh?
When did I become beautiful in my own right?
Comfortable in my own skin?
And was it about that time or later that I grew restless?
Later, I think, much later -
After sadness, after despair,
And but certainly just before I met you.
It is only since that I realize.
I am on the cusp of infinite possibilities,
And the personification of peach evolves.

II
As a new girl steps forth wide eyed and willing,
She is not that one that got drug out,
Kicking and screaming into the world,
And not the one since.
Ah, these years that end three.