I. Am. Short.
But so what?
Wish it was that easy. I want the long arms, legs,
hands. I want the long,
elegant line when I dance.
Try to tell myself that's
it's ok.
Can't find the confidence.
They'll see,
they'll know that
it's not there.
It will show. That has to
come from the inside or
I won't ever be any good.
I. Am. Short.
There just aren't
Any
Shortcuts.
That's all.
"That's all"! Hardest
lesson I may ever learn.
