shoes, clothes, people – everything comes in so many sizes. it is amazing how we compare each item with another based on this very simplistic notion of size, no matter what the object in question is, to arrive at our deductions – our guides for all decisions that we make.
the world was once small, hidden and lifeless. BUt one day a spark errupted from the ground, and the earth grew. Sprouting little bits of green emeralds and sapphires. The world became a large place now. Filled to the brim with diamonds.
When I hear that word, my heart clenches, my brows crease, my eyes water. All because I don’t fit someone’s definition of how small or how big I should b. Who are they to say that someone is too big or too small. Who are they to judge someone without knowing them. Not everyone is ideal for everyone, but they shouldn’t have to be. We should be allowed to express ourselves in the way we want, wearing whatever we want, doing whatever we want. Why should it matter what we’re doing as long we’re not hurting anyone in the process.
She hated her size. Her body was shaped all wrong and she seemed twice as large as she felt when she looked at her reflection in the mirror. “Stop,” he said as if he could hear what was running through her mind. “Stop, you’re beautiful.” The gentle way he whispered those words to her made her believe that maybe, just maybe, it was true.
It doesn’t matter. No matter how much you try to be something big in the world, you never will matter any more than the smallest speck of a person. Everything you do has an impact. Just try to be yourself, and rather than create greatness with large acts, do it with the little things.
Small. Medium. Large. Extra Large. S. M. L. XS. XXL… Who says that size doesn’t matter? It does matter! People do care about size. It sometimes define you as a person. It sucks when it do.
i hate my size. it sickens me, the way my stomach fluctuates and shrinks, it’s pillow-like consistencey spilling over the 29 or 30 inches provided by trendy shop xyz; i despize the way that my frame doubles that of other girls, i fear noody wil love me for my size. it nauseates me, size does.
little sins, hoping to get big like kate middleton
scattered, riddled with ritalin, riddles they listenin’
a notebook i’ve writtin in, too big for my short thoughts
i’m bringing the big guns, more bars than fort knox
Size impacts us so much, I have already wrote about this word “size” how frustrating!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! These exclamation points are taking up all my time….
And I just couldn’t believe that my ex-boyfriend was standing in front of me, smoking a cigarette, with his left hand lingering in his pocket. I tried not to smile at the size of the impossibility. “What now?” I said, trying to sound like four years ago never happened. He dragged on his cigarette and blew out the smoke like he’d been doing it for decades.
She had been the runt or the smallest. She had almost been left to die by her mother but a subordinate female had adopted her and she survived. Now the runt was the leader and made sure all of her pack was well looked after no matter what size they were. The young pups grew happy and healthy, the elder members watched the young ones play with always filled stomachs. The runt’s pack was one of the healthiest.
All that was left in the clearing now was a great mountain of soot. If you squinted hard and maybe tilted your head a bit to the side, you could almost make it out. Something the same size and vague shape of a single-room cottage, now reduced to ashes.
Her size didn´t matter at all, for they could just be happy together. They could hug, kiss, laugh, share, walk, and do anything that “normal” couples do. It didn’t matter that she was taller than him, for they were happy.
Size is something we (women) are constantly fretting. Am i too big, too small, too round, too tall. But, what if there was no size. If our weight and height and structure didn’t actually define who are as people? Wouldn’t that lead to such a greater place of understanding and acceptance? What a world that would be.
I’m small most would say. But terribly lanky. I wear a size small in most shirts but they are tight and I can’t breathe, so I switch to medium and look somewhat like a lesbian. Pants: I’m tall and have a big butt. They never fit.
its so much of a big deal
size
pants
clothes
looks
but really
what we need to know about a person
is inside
there is no number for heart size
for kindness
for love
but we continue to stress
to worry
about the things that don’t matter
the numbers
the clothing
the size
Everyone’s size is different, and yet it has virtually the same impact on us all. Whether we are too short, that illusive thing they call “average”, or too tall, we all feel like the grass is greener on the side we can’t see over, or the one some can step across. Whether we are too large and being judged whenever we take a bite, or too skinny and food is shoved down our throats, very few people, if anybody, is fully satisfied with their size. But size doesn’t dictate who we are. Size only matters in matters of the heart.
I could feel him size me up, trying to figure out what was lurking beneath my bubbly personality. I knew he could see right through me, I knew that he knew that it was all a show. He was right.
I am small in age but getting bigger everyday, moderate in wisdom but eating four times my body weight on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, shrinking in self-confidence and growing in self-doubt, In greed and vanity I ate my parents out of house and home but when it came to you, I bit off more than I could chew.
The size of One single thing isn’t the problem. The size of many things is the problem.
If there are too many of one thing, is it a good thing? Not always
I ask him to impress me. Then I command him to. The lights in his apartment somehow shut themselves off while our lips are being introduced and our garments flee. My eyes lose all the power they had moments ago- shadows consume us now. I am thinking I will be upset at losing this authority, but his hands guide my heartbeat up rather than forcing and stealing, like so many other hands have before.
His goal is not to impress me. His movements and words communicate something more- this isn’t a show and we aren’t on a stage. This moment is private and intimate; his only goal is to please. Soon, I find that I am also driven with the same purpose. This time, for the sake of pleasure, not for entertainment.
This night- full of firsts.
My will- nonexistent.
My man- sick with charm.
And I have caught his fever.
I ask him to impress me. Then I command him to. The lights in his apartment somehow shut themselves off while our lips are being introduced and our garments flee. My eyes lose all the power they had moments ago- shadows consume us now. I am thinking I will be upset at losing this authority, but his hands guide my heartbeat up rather than forcing and stealing, like so many other hands have before.
His goal is not to impress me. His movements and words communicate something more- this isn’t a show and we aren’t on a stage. I am thinking sex, while he is thinking love. This moment is private and intimate; his only goal is to please. Soon, I find that I am also driven with the same purpose. This time, for the sake of pleasure, not for entertainment.
This night- full of firsts.
My will- nonexistent.
My man- sick with charm.
And I have caught his fever.
in the scheme of things, size doesn’t matter. it is the space that inhabits size that is really prudent. take for instance, a treasure box doesn’t matter as the treasure it holds.
The size of a person shouldn’t matter to anyone, but that one person. They might feel beautiful about themselves. Don’t be the guy who ruins their entire outlook on life because of one comment you make to them. No matter what, it isn’t funny. You just destroyed any positive self image and self confidence that person had of themselves.
He measured his waist. HOW could this really be his size. He hadn’t done anything to lose weight. My god, he thought. Maybe he was sick. Maybe he was dying of a horrible illness and he didn’t know it. Once again he would call the doc. And once again the doc would give him that look. But it just wasn’t true.
Size. It matters. Sadly in society today outer beauty has become overpowered. The beautiful personalities of people have been lost by the weight they wear on their bones. And not the weight of their image of themselves inside.
I saw a big size man with a cookie and a chocolate chip. He saw a small man with some vegetables and homade soup. The big man ate his cookie while the small man ate his vegetables.
No size. I don’t want to write about size. Ugh. Size is gross, no matter the size. The word is harsh; the s and z are too close. The i and e can’t support them both. Size. Stupid size. Let’s not and say we did.
People say size doesn’t matter, but when you are 5′ 2” and your apartment has shelves above the refrigerator and the smoke detector way up high on a staircase, you certainly feel that size DOES matter! You have to rely on a tall friend or neighbor to shut the smoke detector off and change its’ battery once it dies.
Size is frequently a topic of discussion. Does size matter? Lots of women would no doubt say yes… The size of a man’s heart. Not the size of his wallet, or something hidden beneath his pants. Rather, is he a good man. Does he treat a woman with love and respect?
Why do people care so much about size? I have never quite understood it, personally I have never focused on that aspect of people. I look at who the people really are. But what do I know? I’m the one who runs every day. Wishing to escape my body, my life, and my family.
When I first saw the size of the airship, I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me. Rubbing them and blinking rapidly didn’t change the image, though, so then I assumed I had temporarily gone mad. But there it was, the majestic dirigible. The Count Lazarus.
“Eight years old and running as smoothly as the sea on a calm winter day,” the captain boasted. “You gotta love her.”
The size of the world is enormous when I think of the possiblilty of my being able to see much of it. The size of theworld is very small when I think about history constantly repeating itself over and over. Makes the world seem small. The size of my love for Chad is enourmous when I think about how sweet he is, how good of a father he is, how much he genuinely cares for me, how he makes me laugh….etc. etc. The size of my love for Chad is overwhelming at times. The size of the decisions I am having to make right now are annoying because of my enormous sized love for Chad. My smile right now is huge. Size matters. lol. OF COURSE it doesnt matter! ITs all about the skill man! The friggin skill!
shoes, clothes, people – everything comes in so many sizes. it is amazing how we compare each item with another based on this very simplistic notion of size, no matter what the object in question is, to arrive at our deductions – our guides for all decisions that we make.
the world was once small, hidden and lifeless. BUt one day a spark errupted from the ground, and the earth grew. Sprouting little bits of green emeralds and sapphires. The world became a large place now. Filled to the brim with diamonds.
When I hear that word, my heart clenches, my brows crease, my eyes water. All because I don’t fit someone’s definition of how small or how big I should b. Who are they to say that someone is too big or too small. Who are they to judge someone without knowing them. Not everyone is ideal for everyone, but they shouldn’t have to be. We should be allowed to express ourselves in the way we want, wearing whatever we want, doing whatever we want. Why should it matter what we’re doing as long we’re not hurting anyone in the process.
She hated her size. Her body was shaped all wrong and she seemed twice as large as she felt when she looked at her reflection in the mirror. “Stop,” he said as if he could hear what was running through her mind. “Stop, you’re beautiful.” The gentle way he whispered those words to her made her believe that maybe, just maybe, it was true.
It doesn’t matter. No matter how much you try to be something big in the world, you never will matter any more than the smallest speck of a person. Everything you do has an impact. Just try to be yourself, and rather than create greatness with large acts, do it with the little things.
Small. Medium. Large. Extra Large. S. M. L. XS. XXL… Who says that size doesn’t matter? It does matter! People do care about size. It sometimes define you as a person. It sucks when it do.
“I’m fun-sized,” she enthused defensively, at a decibel so large in magnitude she more than made up for it.
Still, her brother mused, she’d always be his little sister.
i hate my size. it sickens me, the way my stomach fluctuates and shrinks, it’s pillow-like consistencey spilling over the 29 or 30 inches provided by trendy shop xyz; i despize the way that my frame doubles that of other girls, i fear noody wil love me for my size. it nauseates me, size does.
little sins, hoping to get big like kate middleton
scattered, riddled with ritalin, riddles they listenin’
a notebook i’ve writtin in, too big for my short thoughts
i’m bringing the big guns, more bars than fort knox
Size impacts us so much, I have already wrote about this word “size” how frustrating!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! These exclamation points are taking up all my time….
Size is huge like time. And love and rainbows. Size impacts our life so much ans so little. Wow this is intense.
And I just couldn’t believe that my ex-boyfriend was standing in front of me, smoking a cigarette, with his left hand lingering in his pocket. I tried not to smile at the size of the impossibility. “What now?” I said, trying to sound like four years ago never happened. He dragged on his cigarette and blew out the smoke like he’d been doing it for decades.
“Whatever you want, darling.”
She had been the runt or the smallest. She had almost been left to die by her mother but a subordinate female had adopted her and she survived. Now the runt was the leader and made sure all of her pack was well looked after no matter what size they were. The young pups grew happy and healthy, the elder members watched the young ones play with always filled stomachs. The runt’s pack was one of the healthiest.
All that was left in the clearing now was a great mountain of soot. If you squinted hard and maybe tilted your head a bit to the side, you could almost make it out. Something the same size and vague shape of a single-room cottage, now reduced to ashes.
Her size didn´t matter at all, for they could just be happy together. They could hug, kiss, laugh, share, walk, and do anything that “normal” couples do. It didn’t matter that she was taller than him, for they were happy.
Size is something we (women) are constantly fretting. Am i too big, too small, too round, too tall. But, what if there was no size. If our weight and height and structure didn’t actually define who are as people? Wouldn’t that lead to such a greater place of understanding and acceptance? What a world that would be.
I’m small most would say. But terribly lanky. I wear a size small in most shirts but they are tight and I can’t breathe, so I switch to medium and look somewhat like a lesbian. Pants: I’m tall and have a big butt. They never fit.
Something big, or something small, it doesn’t matter. I just want to change the world doing something.
its so much of a big deal
size
pants
clothes
looks
but really
what we need to know about a person
is inside
there is no number for heart size
for kindness
for love
but we continue to stress
to worry
about the things that don’t matter
the numbers
the clothing
the size
Everyone’s size is different, and yet it has virtually the same impact on us all. Whether we are too short, that illusive thing they call “average”, or too tall, we all feel like the grass is greener on the side we can’t see over, or the one some can step across. Whether we are too large and being judged whenever we take a bite, or too skinny and food is shoved down our throats, very few people, if anybody, is fully satisfied with their size. But size doesn’t dictate who we are. Size only matters in matters of the heart.
I could feel him size me up, trying to figure out what was lurking beneath my bubbly personality. I knew he could see right through me, I knew that he knew that it was all a show. He was right.
I am small in age but getting bigger everyday, moderate in wisdom but eating four times my body weight on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, shrinking in self-confidence and growing in self-doubt, In greed and vanity I ate my parents out of house and home but when it came to you, I bit off more than I could chew.
The size of One single thing isn’t the problem. The size of many things is the problem.
If there are too many of one thing, is it a good thing? Not always
I ask him to impress me. Then I command him to. The lights in his apartment somehow shut themselves off while our lips are being introduced and our garments flee. My eyes lose all the power they had moments ago- shadows consume us now. I am thinking I will be upset at losing this authority, but his hands guide my heartbeat up rather than forcing and stealing, like so many other hands have before.
His goal is not to impress me. His movements and words communicate something more- this isn’t a show and we aren’t on a stage. This moment is private and intimate; his only goal is to please. Soon, I find that I am also driven with the same purpose. This time, for the sake of pleasure, not for entertainment.
This night- full of firsts.
My will- nonexistent.
My man- sick with charm.
And I have caught his fever.
I ask him to impress me. Then I command him to. The lights in his apartment somehow shut themselves off while our lips are being introduced and our garments flee. My eyes lose all the power they had moments ago- shadows consume us now. I am thinking I will be upset at losing this authority, but his hands guide my heartbeat up rather than forcing and stealing, like so many other hands have before.
His goal is not to impress me. His movements and words communicate something more- this isn’t a show and we aren’t on a stage. I am thinking sex, while he is thinking love. This moment is private and intimate; his only goal is to please. Soon, I find that I am also driven with the same purpose. This time, for the sake of pleasure, not for entertainment.
This night- full of firsts.
My will- nonexistent.
My man- sick with charm.
And I have caught his fever.
in the scheme of things, size doesn’t matter. it is the space that inhabits size that is really prudent. take for instance, a treasure box doesn’t matter as the treasure it holds.
The size of a person shouldn’t matter to anyone, but that one person. They might feel beautiful about themselves. Don’t be the guy who ruins their entire outlook on life because of one comment you make to them. No matter what, it isn’t funny. You just destroyed any positive self image and self confidence that person had of themselves.
He measured his waist. HOW could this really be his size. He hadn’t done anything to lose weight. My god, he thought. Maybe he was sick. Maybe he was dying of a horrible illness and he didn’t know it. Once again he would call the doc. And once again the doc would give him that look. But it just wasn’t true.
Who knows, who cares. If it fits it ships TM.
Greg was grinning, holding the fish in both hands. He hefted it. “Must be at least a fifteen pounder. We’ll eat for a week on this one.”
It was a long slow moment before Suze could bring herself to respond.
It’s the bulge. It’s the fact that people stare. It’s the fact that I can’t see the scale when I step on it. It’s the fact that size matters.
Size. It matters. Sadly in society today outer beauty has become overpowered. The beautiful personalities of people have been lost by the weight they wear on their bones. And not the weight of their image of themselves inside.
I saw a big size man with a cookie and a chocolate chip. He saw a small man with some vegetables and homade soup. The big man ate his cookie while the small man ate his vegetables.
No size. I don’t want to write about size. Ugh. Size is gross, no matter the size. The word is harsh; the s and z are too close. The i and e can’t support them both. Size. Stupid size. Let’s not and say we did.
People say size doesn’t matter, but when you are 5′ 2” and your apartment has shelves above the refrigerator and the smoke detector way up high on a staircase, you certainly feel that size DOES matter! You have to rely on a tall friend or neighbor to shut the smoke detector off and change its’ battery once it dies.
Size is frequently a topic of discussion. Does size matter? Lots of women would no doubt say yes… The size of a man’s heart. Not the size of his wallet, or something hidden beneath his pants. Rather, is he a good man. Does he treat a woman with love and respect?
Why do people care so much about size? I have never quite understood it, personally I have never focused on that aspect of people. I look at who the people really are. But what do I know? I’m the one who runs every day. Wishing to escape my body, my life, and my family.
“Where the size meets the sound…”
First thought, honestly. Follow up to that?
“Keep in mind with silence the flood comes through…”
Guess I’m just taking a walk through the Woods. Round the bend and beyond.
When I first saw the size of the airship, I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me. Rubbing them and blinking rapidly didn’t change the image, though, so then I assumed I had temporarily gone mad. But there it was, the majestic dirigible. The Count Lazarus.
“Eight years old and running as smoothly as the sea on a calm winter day,” the captain boasted. “You gotta love her.”
The size of the world is enormous when I think of the possiblilty of my being able to see much of it. The size of theworld is very small when I think about history constantly repeating itself over and over. Makes the world seem small. The size of my love for Chad is enourmous when I think about how sweet he is, how good of a father he is, how much he genuinely cares for me, how he makes me laugh….etc. etc. The size of my love for Chad is overwhelming at times. The size of the decisions I am having to make right now are annoying because of my enormous sized love for Chad. My smile right now is huge. Size matters. lol. OF COURSE it doesnt matter! ITs all about the skill man! The friggin skill!