Too much talking.
Too many needs.
Too many things.
Too much food.
Too much to drink.
Too much thinking.
Too much feeling.
So I shrink my
All so that you might feel better about me.
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.
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For the Women Who Are Over the Top Words by Kate Rose