I’ve realized that the life I want doesn’t allow for shrinking myself indefinitely. I want a life in which I may, at some point, step on someone’s toes. I want to surround myself with people who cherish my perfectly average stature. I want to reject the idea of bowing and scraping and scrimping and shrinking to gain favor. I want to spread my arms wide and occupy the sunniest part of the sidewalk and maybe even loom a little. There’s plenty of space to go around.
