I took a final drag of my cigarette before stubbing it out,
then I sipped my spritzer.
“And it’s been ‘interesting’ finding out what women go through;
waxing,
hair,
eyebrows,
make-up.” I said.
“Shapewear,” Mum added, glancing at my mid-region.
“How are they anyway?”
“OK.” I replied,
visualizing them beneath my high-waisted skirt.
“I mean, they’re still tight but… I’ve kinda got used to them.”
“Well, you have had them on since lunchtime.” Mum smiled.
She gulped and said she was proud of me,
before raising her glass.
We clinked and stared towards the golden horizon,
each of us presumably spending a moment to reflect on the day’s events.
