So many times
I tried to squeeze
myself into the size
of a dainty pillbox.

I wanted to become
a whisp of a woman
easily portable
suitable for dinner parties
and work functions.

I kept trying to compress myself
until I was pocket-sized,
lightweight, malleable,
without opinions,

until one day,
I cried bullshit
and began e x p a n d i n g.

Now, I take up
space, I can fill
a car, a room,
an entire building
with myself.

I spend my days
expansive, corpulent,
brash and drinking bourbon.

Never again content to be confined.

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