I don’t know...

I like to think of myself as tall. Head with the birds, tall as skyscrapers. In reality I'm tiny.

I like to think of myself as elegant, graceful, sweeping through the ballroom chatting up guests. Dancing, pirrouettes, on pointe ballet shoes, white gloves, lace parasol. Elegant. In reality, I stumble though grand jetes, my white gloves are soiled.

I like to think of myself as world changing. Maybe I will be someday. There will books, statues, schools, with my name all over them, I like to think. Maybe I can. In reality, I'm just getting there.