Big Sis. Lil Sis.

My mother always joked that my left breast wanted to be favoured by the children I would breast feed. And so she volunteered herself to be the bigger one. If she had known how much it would upstage the smaller, she would have asked that the extra flesh be given to her. But it’s too late now. She’s the bigger sister.

That is why she dictates the bras that are bought and worn. For she can’t be caught spilling into a corner kick.

That’s what it’s called when your breasts are not fully accommodated; they congregate at the top of your bra, forming a corner kick.

I am not quite sure why my grandmother called them that. I don’t know enough about football to guess or even make up a story. Nothing seems obvious to me.

I wonder why it is we have this obsession with symmetry. I am quite happy with the bigger sister. She makes me look immensely interesting and sets me apart.

Artist: David Akinola - @artsbydavid

If there is anything I could change, it would be the fact that I have to wear clothes at all.