In high school I was slender 
My bra measured a mere 32AA.
Movie star, Marilyn Monroe,
shining symbol of womanhood, 
bloomed, I’m guessing at 36DD.
She wore really tight sweaters.
Her mammary male magnets
made me feel flatly inferior,
wishing for an enlarging miracle. 
Ideally, a pencil stayed put
under the perfectly sized breast.
There was no way the slimmest #2 
would be held by my minute figure. 
Years later, I mean like decades,
my sagging body could easily hold 
a few large pen and pencil sets.
So that’s now the truth!
Who says youthful wishes 
don’t come true?