You think I'm too fat mama?
She's only 12 - and, if I, think she is not too fat. No, honey.
Sometimes, when she and her "not yet begun form" is parading through the bathroom, I'm projecting.
The vision of her body.
Will those legs keep increase in length of days? Which of the thousand-and-one shades of brown will get her hair? Also for her ass, I make plans. An exercise in clair-obscure and volumetry. And, what look will settle in her eyes?
Sometimes I am impatient to see the woman who she holds within.
I already have an image, a vision sometimes, but I always delete it again.
She will take shape, in a shadowy realm of glances.
But for now, she is only posing for me in the bathroom.
What! A Shakespearean soliloquy, I say!
(BTW, what is the 'batroom' that you mention in the end?)