I am not a small girl.
Not in any sense of the word.
I'm several inches too tall, maybe a little too wide. More like the trunk of a tree than a flower. I don't fit into people. I'm not easy to carry, not easy to cover. I am not small, I am not the average. There is too much of me. So forgive me if I long for someone who makes me feel small. Someone who can fit all of me in his arms, someone strong enough to carry my weight. Forgive me if I am vain or shallow. Forgive me if I want too much. It's only because I am too much.
