A Girlish Size

A Girlish Size

Petite,
yet not a woman.
Uncomfortable in my own skin
but loving my shape
until I step inside a store.

Less than a zero,
I am not a person.
They tell me to go down a size
when there is no where else to go.
Gravitating toward the girls department
just to clothe myself.
Surrounded by pink tutus
where staple clothing is nonexistent.

A stature all my own
the way God made me.
Cute,
tiny,
and miniature.
But big things
can come from small packaging.

On a mission
to find the woman under all the wrinkles.
Too much fabric getting in the way.
Searching for myself
underneath the gigantic tent.
Hoping to find a suitable home
to rest my body in.

Copyright 2013 Tanya Weitzel