I was so young when it first arrived:
An itch in my heart
Deep inside my core.

Only a kid when I dreamt of the scalpel,
A way to tear out my pain.
I yearned for a permanent solution.

I hated the way the fabric wrapped tight around my waist,
Suffocating my chest.
It gripped my hips and wouldn’t let go.

Incongruence between mind and body.
It makes me restless,
Waiting forever to be cured of this wretched malady.