This is an excerpt from a longer poem I am working on currently called “She -A Living Eggshell”.
I’m giving you an advance preview because I was inspired after reading that your mother used her entire body as your eggshell in “Eve” by Cat Bohannon.¹
The design of breasts, womb, and brains are all explored in minute detail in chapters dedicated to each unique feature. There is a wealth of scientific data presented in the context of the social standards juxtaposing fashions and rules; created to display or constrain women’s bodies and choices.