Fit

I have never really fit in anywhere.

Even coming out of the womb

my shoulders were too big

and my mother struggled

with my 10-lb newborn body.

I was at least a decade younger

than the rest of my 

half-siblings.

Never truly one of them,

I sit in their margins.

Always wanting short hair

and G.I. Joes instead of Barbies,

to be Indiana Jones—

I never fit in with other girls.

My broad shoulders

and bigger chest made

women's shirts an uncomfortable

fit.

There is an aire of awkwardness

around me all the time,

making my aura

struggle to squeeze into spaces

meant for those who fit in.

I've never liked fitting in

but that doesn't mean

I don't want to

belong.