Dear boy who said,
“Short girls are the cutest girls.”
This one statement makes me
Look up and down
At myself in the mirror thinking,
“What can I do to earn approval,
To achieve your regulations,
To meet your standards?”
I had no idea height determined
The content of my character.
But it’s just plain fine to see
The beauty in a girl that’s 5’5”
Rather than a girl that’s 6’2”.
Because who would ever
Want to even be seen with a
When people ask how tall I am
I don’t tell them exact numbers,
I give them estimates.
To let their mind wander
And to save myself from
Another dumbfounded look
Followed by, “Do you play
Because it’s perfectly okay
To point out the obvious in
Someone that’s tall but it’s
Utterly disrespectful to point
Out the obvious in someone that’s
But then my perspective opened
Up once I realized I don’t need
To slouch my shoulders
Or ask, “Can you see?”
To every person behind me.
Because a short person
is not greater than or less than
A tall person.
Humans are not math equations.
We should not measure ourselves
Determined by our size or if
Every goddamn pair of pants
I try on are capris or if
The boy I like doesn’t like me back
Because he’s 2 inches shorter than me.
Maybe you should start determining
The things you find attractive
In something much more deeper than size because
We’ll all shrink eventually.
Just find someone that won’t
Shrink in spirit.