to laugh at it

Go ahead. Look at it. Really look.

That tiny little thing you’re so insecure about? The one you try to hide in photos, the one you pray no one notices in the locker room. It’s cute. It’s almost funny how much space it takes up in your head compared to how little space it takes up in your hand.

I’m not going to pretend. I’m not going to lie and say size doesn’t matter when you’re the one who has to deal with it. We both know the truth. It’s small. It’s adorable. It’s the reason you get nervous, the reason you overcompensate, the reason you talk so loud.

And you know what? That’s okay. Because while you’re busy worrying about it, I’m busy laughing at it. Not to be cruel. Okay, maybe a little cruel. But mostly because it’s just so… precious. Like a little button. Like something you’d find on a kid’s toy.

Do you see how red you get when I mention it? Do you see how you squirm? That’s the best part. The way you try to act confident but your body gives you away every single time. The way you want me to touch it even though you’re embarrassed that I’m touching it.

It’s not about hurting you. It’s about honesty. This is what you have. This is what you brought. And instead of pretending it’s something it’s not, we can laugh at it together. You can laugh because it’s funny. I can laugh because it’s cute. And we both laugh because pretending got us nowhere.

So come here. Don’t cover it. Let me see it. Let me tease it. Let me remind you that you’re more than that, and also that this is exactly what it is. Small, silly, and mine to laugh at whenever I want.

Now stop pouting. Smile. It’s not the end of the world. It’s just something to laugh at.