*******, a word to make me shutter
As my stomach churns like butter
I can move my hips just fine
But top, that is a different side
The only time I'm ******* is in my room
And even then I want to hide
No one should see what's under there
Maybe they don't, but I still care
When I wear bras with wires and hooks
It's all a show, it's just for looks
What's under there is something I despise
I wouldn't want that image in your mind
I have fantasies like everyone else
But I remain with a top on,
So I won't shutter at myself