And she remembered:

The summer of sun stick tarmac and boys, that short white dress
That teased her heavy thighs to lightness,
Remoulded the shape of her body to a series of sharp lines

Like she was a skim of a girl,
Lovely. You look like a fucking slut,

Daddy said,

His voice a magic trick, while he pulled
Sharp the edge of the dress,

Tugged it up over her knickers and she wailed
God, dad, please;

The three words crossing against her throat,
Again, again, like a sanctification to her own skin,

While her sisters shrieked with laughter.