✨ Welcome to Diary of a 4'11 Girl

I have walked through this world in small shoes

with a loud heart.
I’ve been pressed down, picked apart, patted on the head
and told to wait my turn.

But this—
This is the turning.

This is my diary,
written not for pity,
but for proof.

Proof that a woman who has been broken
can gather her pieces like pearls
and string them into poetry.

Here, you’ll find the red flags I ignored.
The hands I held that should have stayed in pockets.
The men I survived.
The poems I wrote when no one was listening.
The places I sat alone and watched the world
try to make sense of me—
and fail.

I do not write for your approval.
I write because silence never saved me.

I am not waiting to be chosen.
I am not a page in someone else’s story.
I am the pen.
I am the ink.
I am the voice that stayed soft
but learned how to sting.

So if you are tender, tired, curious, or bold—
stay awhile.
This little girl with the big voice
has a few things left to say.

— D.