In response to the prompt Miniature, I have written this post. Miniature, the word rolls pleasantly off the tongue. What might one think of first…a dollhouse full of miniatures? A miniature breed of dog?
Does the word convey smallness or tininess in a way that one should admire?
Miniature I am not. I’m tall. In childhood I was always ahead of my peers as far of height goes. As an adult the burden/gift or whatever you might call isn’t something I think of quite so much, at least not in a physical way.
Miniature….what size would that be..I’ll never be a size 2 or 4 or 6. My height plus my broad shoulders simply won’t allow it. It is funny though how women are admired for being a certain size. A size zero….what age would I have been when I passed out of the size zero range…9 or 10?
Miniature..the words of family members praising the petite women of our families.
Miniature…growing up I often felt small. I wanted my physical size to conform to the way I felt, so others wouldn’t notice me, and my flaws. Being the tallest thirteen year old in the class, I’d sometimes slouch as if this would stop others from noticing my adolescent awkwardness.