Be “tall,” they say “it's a beautiful trait,” they say.

I loathed that extension of my body. 

The weight went from flight feathers 

To thousands of bricks, I had to carry. 

I didn't care if giraffes were as tall as me 

But when I became taller than the giraffe 

the burden blossomed 

I became weak, like twigs

Feeble, like old lady's bones

And fragile, like glass. 

As my body flourishes from minerals that aided height, 

my mind spoiled like milk that appears to confirm my healthy state.

It's the meal that my parents forced down my throat “

it's healthy.” 

but it didn't cure the sorrow in my gut. 

The dense weight drops my shoulders to the floor

my head hangs. 

strides across the hall

heartbreaking. 

Being the first to get taller going through horrendous times of teenage years.

The heightened emotions that made my posts not getting enough likes 

Be the end of the world. 

Did not help my hate towards my beautiful trait. 

Seeing everyone below you at a young age 

Not being able to see their eyes until they look up.

Made me feel like the cow of the group. 

Loving it was laborious due to wanting to fit in.

Fitting involved being short so

I despised it because I didn't meet the height standard. 

The green-eyed monster that stirred around in my heart made me forget my beauty. 

Made me resent my youth years. 

Made me despise my growing stage. 

Instead of loving, I hated instead. 

Feeling huge isn't what a girl dreams to feel. 

It's beautiful in the beauty industry

 however, it made me feel unlovable. 

I felt ugly standing next to my brother and looking down. 

I felt ugly when the teachers say “stand in line based on height from tallest to shortest” 

And I was first. 

The weight of having this trait as a child crushed me. 

Now I am stronger, like tree trunks

Now I am unbreakable, Like diamonds

Now I love, like lions with their kids  

Now I see the meaning of “being tall is beautiful”