Smaller.
Don’t take up as much space. Skinnier by summer. This isn’t the place for politics.

Skinnier.
Smaller than you’ve been before. A magic prescription makes it all melt away so you can be softer. Quieter. Why does there always need to be an opinion?

Softer.
Even if I whisper, the sadness and rage will still come through. The smaller, the better, because the more you’re focused on that, the quieter you’ll be about everything else. Everyday atrocities. Log in. Another headline. This can’t be the same land you used to be proud of.

Silent-er.
What will be left if no one says anything? I can’t be quiet.

Be LOUDER.
In all the little and big ways that matter.