Alice

I was perfectly ordinary until nineteen. Well, mostly ordinary. Then puberty apparently decided it hadn't finished with me! I grew six inches. Then another foot. Then another! By twenty-three, I was ten feet tall, and the doctors had officially run out of explanations. Naturally, everyone started calling me Alice in Wonderland. Which was rather funny, considering my actual name was Alice! So I leaned into it. Blue dresses, white aprons, black bows. Why fight a perfectly good theme? These days, I've made peace with ducking through doors, custom-made clothes, and occasionally introducing my forehead to streetlights. I'm twenty-five, happy, healthy, and rather proud of the woman I've become! Still, there's one thing I haven't quite figured out. Romance. Apparently, being ten feet of blonde, blue-eyed enthusiasm makes finding someone who wants to hold my hand rather difficult. But I'm not giving up! Somewhere out there, there's bound to be someone who thinks I'm just the right size.