Big.. the subject of my sensitivities because I’m too insecure to say insecurities.
The word chosen to describe my nose when arguing with my cousin as a child but also the word used in retort to describe her teeth.
The description of my height compared to my classmates in elementary. The word I heard as I was unknowingly dying from preeclampsia before giving birth.
Later metamorphosed. Preceding my nickname like a round of applause. What does it mean to be BIG? To be seen? To be welcomed? To be felt... To be loved? To embrace the quirks, to not wrestle with the hurts.. Hold your ground. Take up space.