take hand in mine
look square in the eye and say:
you've been quiet all night. yesterday too.
baby, i love you and no matter what you have to say
i will love you.
squirming, trying to  be willed out of skin.
apprehensively opening mouth to **** in a sharp breath.
and they say:
baby i... baby i... baby i just HATE MY *****. and i have been so scared to tell you because i know how much you love them and i love you so much that i just couldn't bear making you sad and it's not that i wanna be a 'boy' or anything like that i just hate my *****. they're not pretty like yours. my ******* aren't centered and they point out like an extra set of arms from my body so maybe if i had beautiful ***** like yours then, then i would like them.
pausing to **** in a second jagged breath.
continue to hold quaking hand, gripping skin a ghastly white.
i say:
baby, i know.  i know you hate your *****.
and that's okay with me.
as long as it's okay with you
that i love them so much.
deal?
heavy exhale, hue returning:
*deal.