Tight. Pulling the laces and straightening his back, he tried to even his chest. Oh, how he hated thinking of it as "his chest". His chest shouldn't be so feminine. He had worked hard to be strong and powerful and muscular, so why did his chest still seem so fragile? He infused his anger into the ties.
He gasped. Deep breaths. Inhale. Exhale. He looked in the mirror.
No. He frowned. Not tight enough.
Would it ever be? Eventually, he told himself. Eventually.