I must be the small one in my relationships.
I am afraid to grow.
I am weak, and I let that be known.
People will be more careful if they realize how fragile I am.
I will be included if I don’t take up as much space.
I will know people care if they take care of me.
Is that what I want?
Or do I want to bloom?
To be appreciated for who I am?
To be trusted with hard things, to be looked up to.
To be depended upon.
To be sturdy enough to support others.
My value does not come from my smallness or fragility.
Nor does my value come solely from my relationships.
I am more than what I have been.
I am more than what I can be to others.
I am more.