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Feb 2014
I remember the days when
jeans would come up past
your belly-button.
Now they stop before they reach
your stomach.
I remember when
skirts and dress
were long enough to cover the sacred places.
Now they're barely long enough to leave
the slightest bit to
imagination.
I remember when
tank tops
showed just enough cleavage to drive a guy wild.
Now they hang low,
showing everything.
I remember when everything was
modest.
Now everything is revealing.
I remember when being modest
was ****.
Now being modest
is to be a *****
and hideous.
Maytin Paige
Written by
Maytin Paige
737
   Sydney Victoria
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