threatening to burst out of the seams

on choosing to finally wear clothes that make my body feel good

Cramped shoulders, boxy and bony, which threatened to burst out of the seams beside them. My belly tightened, trying to eliminate all of the softness. The conduit to my happiness consisted of me being contained in this dress, prepared to be beautiful.

But the most of me — my solid thighs, my rounded forearms, my breasts too big for any bra I could buy in…