2.1 Of Beauty

I could get it wrong, 
could think I'm beautiful,
Like women who really are beautiful,
Like women who are looked at,
Just because people really do look at me a lot.
What I want to seem,
I do seem,
Beautiful too if people want me to be.
~ Marguerite Duras

I was average looking as a young girl,
But there was something about me,
That stood out -the breast.
They started to develop at age eleven.

By the time I was in junior high,
I had C-cup size breast,
In a petit body.
Those who did not know me,
Would ask my friends if they were real.
Older men would look at them.

Once in my early twenties,
I followed a wedding party
To this beautiful park named after a queen.

As my partner and I  stood aside,
For another wedding party to pass,
The groom seemed to have caught a glimpse of me,
And my large, voluptuous breast.
He couldn't stop staring.

As you can imagine,
The horrifying look on his bride,
Dragging her groom down the garden path.
It must have been at least 20 feet,
And an angry bride in white
Before the staring stopped.

Puzzled, I turned to my partner,
I asked him why is the groom staring at us?
My partner responded that the groom,
Must have been an old friend from long ago.