Dear Society,

I don’t know when the thought first crossed my mind

That the size of my body overshadowed its purpose

I don’t know when I first felt the pain

Of the disadvantage that comes with being different

The expectations are poison to my fragile being

The stares, the glares, the whispers thicken my already tough skin

So my legs become trees continuing to push me towards the clouds

My waist an anchor, grounding me, for better or worse

And I’m not sure when society decided to start telling girls

That they would be better off floating away

Than freely, powerfully, and unapologetically being

Who they are