In Midair, Dangling Lost Above The World.

It Wasn't About Being Happy Or Unhappy. I Just Didn't Want To Be Me Anymore.

As I Stepped Out To Face Myself In The Mirror, Reaching A Hand To Smooth Away The Steam, I Saw Myself Differently. It Was As If I Had Grown Again As I Slept, But This Time Just To Fit My Own Size. As If My Soul Had Expanded, Filling Out The Gaps Of The Height That Had Burdened Me All These Months. Like A Balloon Filling Slowly With Air, Becoming All Smooth And Buoyant, I Felt Like I Finally Fit Within Myself, Edge To Edge, Every Crevice Filled.

Sometimes, We Just Have To Be Happy With What People Can Offer Us. Even If It's Not What We Want, At Least It's Something.

I Seriously Doubt That The Santa Police Do An Underwear Check." -cora

'i Don't Get It,' Caroline Said, Bemused. 'she's The Only One With Wings. Why Is That?'