I’ve always been short,

short person,

short stuff,

short arse,

elbow rest,

lean on my head,

talk over the top of me,

clamber over boxes,

steps, stools, ladders

to reach those things

you can reach.

I’ve always been short,

not going to get any taller,

stopped growing now,

stopped growing up at least,

bought new jeans this week

two dress sizes up

which is a pain

because these jeans are a 10

and my wedding dress an 8

but there’s room to breath

and wiggle a little

so perhaps I’m more 9 than 10

and as a 9 maybe I can suck in…

or go to the gym

and use the membership

draining my account each month.

I like to work out

sometimes,

I like yoga

when there’s the room,

but really I should go,

less to loose weight

more to tone

and focus on staying fit

instead of spreading outwards

because I’m short

and I’ll always be short

so best not match my height

with my waist

and try to find the stuff

to keep me from getting stuffed

when it comes to getting dressed

on my wedding day.

It’s been ages since I sat down and wrote a proper stream of consciousness piece where I let whatever pops into my brain out on the page. I literally have no idea how this piece reads because if I go back and reread it I’ll want to tweak it and that ruins the point of the challenge. Anyway, I hope you liked it and I’d love to hear your thoughts.

Can you guess the one word prompt?