I Crave Your Girth

Once, I was described by an acquaintance as "a little wisp of a thing." My perception of myself changed in that moment, and I have lived that role ever since. So it was a pleasure to walk into the early morning sunshine and stroll to the train before any large humans were out today. As I sauntered, I noticed the lush lawns on either side. I imagined that each blade of grass was a person. Atmospheres above the cowering minions, I smiled, content to brush aside their cries of horror, waving as I stepped gingerly to the edge of the sidewalk before veering back to the center, sparing each pathetic wisp of a thing. I wonder, what did the regular-sized dog walking the woman think of that?