This moment after office makes small men reflective.
You start noticing patterns… like how easily you defer to a calm Latina who sees your size and smiles.
Sit with that feeling. You know where respect begins.
You weren’t cursed with bad luck. You were simply issued a body that never backed up the fantasy in your head. That gap between expectation and reality is where your shame lives.
You scroll, compare, measure, cope. And every time you think you’ve made peace with it, one honest glance shatters the illusion. It isn’t tragic. It’s fitting.
