I Tell Too Greedy

I tell you the idea that bigger is better is an entirely masculine conceit. Girls like things small, I tell you, petite. We are the ones they must fit inside, after all. We are, more importantly, the ones they must pass out of. A large baby may delight its father, but also he will rip his mother’s womb. Our hands are smaller, our mouths and throats generally narrower. We like whispering better than yelling, generally. Already I am afraid of exhausting you. I am always too greedy.