The Size That Matters


1. The Poem


Her hair tied back in a messy bun

that rapidly          bounced             around on the top

 of her head as she jumps in place


With the uncontrollable

sobs and whimpers

 that leave her mouth as she collapses to the floor.

But she knew that she could not stop.

 She stood up and began to jump once more.


Her eyes

hidden behind two thick magnifying glasses that

only made her thighs seem bigger when she

 looked down at them during class.


She trudges from




 her ankles sore and her throat still burning from all of last night’s


if only

she knew...


that the definition of beauty is not consisting of your body size, it is the size of your heart.

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