"You're so tiny."
Since the very beginning, this was all I could ever hear.
"She's so small!"
"Quaint little thing, rather dainty…"
"Oh, what an adorable tiny thing!"
Okay, I get it. I'm a midget. I'm small. It drives me nuts to hear people say that! Even in the psych ward, that's what I heard.
"Poor tiny thing…"
"This is too much for a little girl like that…"
Then I was turned. I was powerful. I was fierce. I was free. I was short. Everyone, human and vampire alike, could see that.
"Lookit that little button…"
"Aww, look at her, little thing…"
"I can't imagine a tiny girl like that hunting…"
I wore high-heels. I wore pumps. I made my shorts shorter to make my legs look longer. And yet…
"How can a midget like you be so annoying?" Edward wonders.
"There's so much energy in that little body," Emmett laughs.
"Quit borrowing my pants, they're too long for your freaky tiny legs," Rosalie snaps.
"That's too far up, dear, I can get it for you," Esme says.
"Alice, it's all right. You run along, you're too small to get that," Carlisle soothes.
I can't stand it! Yes, I'm small, but you know what? I'm pretty darn tough when I wanna be. I can be vicious. I can snarl and fight with the best.
"You're so tiny," Jasper breathes, one hand running through my hair and the other one sliding down my arm. His eyes, spun gold, are wide with wonder and adoration. He leans down and presses a kiss to my lips.
Alright. Maybe tiny isn't so bad…