Shrinking is not the answer. Sometimes I forget that, when I am looking a certain way. Sometimes the light plays tricks with my eyes, makes me see spots. I can't stand spots. So I want to go away. I want to become less, because I think it will make me more. But that, of course, makes no sense.
Instead I will be full and proud, and I will not stare into the vapid nothingness around me. I will not be tricked into loving a different version of myself, especially one that does not exist.
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