I've known women like you my whole life. Small women, that take pleasure in making sure that the rest of us feel large, that we feel bad about it. The women who love the societal standards, that know being small makes them better. I know that it’s not entirely your fault. We’ve all been boxed in by a bigger presence. But still.

You're the woman who worships fitspo models and the thigh gap, and makes sure everyone knows that you're tiny. I see you say, “Oh, a size 7 shoe, that's, too big for me”. I see you wearing shorts that wouldn’t fit over my forearm, much less over my thighs.

I hear you exclaim "you're so tall" and doesn't mean it like a compliment. You're the person who makes sure I feel insecure over my size 12 body, and my size 10 shoe.

I’m over it. I am whole, on my own. I don't need society to tell me what makes me great, or what makes me fake. I don’t want your opinion or your sly insults.

I'm bigger than that, literally, figuratively, take it as you will.

I've traveled, I've done staycations, I've loved and lost and hurt and laughed. You are boxed in by a society that wants you to laugh small, talk small, and act small. I'm larger than that. Larger in life than you can ever dream, and I will not apologize. Sorry for what, sorry for nothing.

I know you might just be a victim of circumstance, you might just like feeling cute and little. If that is truly how you want to live your life more power to you. I just want to remind you that vanity sizing is a thing for a reason, it was invented. People equate attractive with small. I’m over it.

So order your small side salads, and live your small life. I'll be over here, living large.