Small

I've always been small

The shortest one sitting in the front row

The shortest one standing in front of the lines

But I had a big personality

I joked. I laughed. I lived.

Then, my personality seemed to shrink

My world grew darker and smaller

I was small both physically and mentally

My existence was a ghost

I struggled. I cried. I cut.

Now, I have not grown any taller

I know my personality won't grow either

For some time, it was acceptance

It is how it is

The only question is

Right now, why are you trying to make yourself even smaller?

Gymming. Running. Dieting.

I've been small and even smaller

Still, I don't love myself