Growing up Barbie dolls were my fancy Any color it didn't matter, it was the fantasy of the image that i liked I had always wanted to be fine not precocious, but I was an oustandingly fashionable child tissue in t-shirt and all until...
One early fifth grade morning perk folds of skin and puffy flesh raise rolling hills below eye level only a tiny chocolate chip of a nipple yet still way too early Nana got hers at 10 Mommy was only 9 I am eleven and still not appeased At least no one else notices until...
It seems quarterly season changes and new teachers brought all sorts of unexpected surprises with the new school year the roundness of my "top heavy" curves turned from hills to prominent peaks their presence, apparent even in oversized sweaters and under thick silver tape I didn't want to be Barbie anymore I was even cursed with a first name starting with a "B" Big Boobed Banakayi was such an easy joke that it became a cliche The parents' whispers turned to blatant demands "Don't play with that girl you see how she looks? like a grown woman you don't want to be FAST like her do you?" even before the concept of sexual provocation entered my mind. This all said to someone who feared elongated looks could be impregnating . until...
seventh grade cheerleading attracted eigth ninth tenth through twelfth even grown admirers and being born banakayi blessed with Barbie boobs still wasn't comfortable but it was cool boys standing in line to view my cleavage popular "flat chested" girls needed well endowed bate until...
high school when my lower body began to catch up but not quite cause they still wouldn't stop growing extending past my view of my feet making my hourglass look as if it should topple with any small wind gust becoming abnormally big triple D and counting no longer cool or mysteriously intruiging having they're own sex life. No more cheerleading. I couldn't fit the vest. until..
Womanhood presented cleavege as a welcomed accessory blessed me with wide hips and a reletively small waist gave me confidence to surpass Barbie became a catalyst for poetic reflection ignited my beauty and freed me from premature promiscuity until...
now
Thanx for listening ya'll until I get them cut off (whenever they stop growing) I'm 22. this will be my song. keep shining!
_____________________________________ WITH CUZ (STACEY) GONE, I'LL NEVER REALLY BE HERE AGAIN
I swear I'm a marry an OKP
Nakia Genevieve are my middle names... Not my attempt to morph Phenom with Novembersgift... But...