Too much.
Too loud.
Too big.
Too smart.
Too much talking.
Too quiet.
Too many needs.
Too many things.
Too much food.
Too much to drink.
Too much thinking.
Too much feeling.
So I shrink my
Voice,
Body,
Thoughts,
Aspirations,
Words,
Silence,
Needs,
Possessions,
Diet,
Consumption,
Thoughts,
Feelings.
All so that you might feel better about me.
No more.
No more shrinking to make you feel better.
Now I shine more than I shrink.
And sing my song from the rooftops.
Well, at least I’m getting there.
Please, join me with your own song.
Namaste.
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For the Women Who Are Over the Top Words by Kate Rose
