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Poem: Hiding SmallA low-angle photo of a woman holding a book and allowing the pages to fall open like a fan. She's wearing silver rings, a long pendant, a tan tank top, and there's some kind of white shirt or sweater sliding down her arms to bare a tattoo that's too blurry to make out. Image credit to Jessica Da Rosa on Unsplash.

Poem: Hiding Small

Published by mightytinygiant on May 31, 2025

I came across this poem in a tweet of mine years after writing it, while looking for something else. It strikes me as something worth keeping and sharing, especially since size poetry is fairly rare. I keep thinking about hosting some kind of size poetry writing challenge.

I debated backdating this to the day I tweeted it on Feb 3, 2021, but felt a pang of sadness that this would bury it in my archives.

Content tags include size dysmorphia, feeling small, therapy, heavy emotions, and mental health

 

Hiding Small

Feeling small to start

Heavy heart, and

After my therapist isn’t onscreen anymore, I take the full weight in my chest again

Resting the heaviness on the spine of a book

Hiding behind it

Hiding small inside the story

Shrinking myself & my burdens with each turning page

 

 

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Image credit to Jessica Da Rosa on Unsplash.

Size Poem: Tits & A Shrinking KinkClose up of a lace bra.

Size Poem: Tits & A Shrinking Kink

Published by mightytinygiant on June 16, 2022

Apparently when I spend a whole day editing size kink erotica with a hypnosis scene, it’s surprisingly easy for me to drop myself into subspace by writing a four-tweet tranced out shrinking poem. I would’ve kept going but I lost my words. Yay, sexy self discovery!

 

Tits & A Shrinking Kink

By Elle Largesse

Copyright 2022, all rights reserved.

 

Anyone else out there with tits and a shrinking kink like to unfasten their bra inside their clothes and just let it slide around in there for a bit?

It usually makes me feel like I’m shrinking.

Bra too big? Good.

Body too small for the bra? Good.

Shrinking good.

nipples brushing against the underwire

the cups floating up over my breasts, pushing the fabric of my dress awkwardly

like the dress is too big for me too

straps sliding off my shoulders

I’m just too small for any of these clothes

I should be naked

tinies should be naked

I’m reminded that, no matter how small I get,

even kneeling in my own bra cup,

I’m blessed w breasts just barely big enough suck on myself

so now I’m tiny & naked (bc tinies should be naked)
& I’m kneeling in my own bra cup
& I’m hefting a breast to suck my own nipple

my mouth on my own breast feels good

almost good as shrinking

but it makes big sounds

wet

sounds

now I feel even smaller, sucking hard, making big wet sounds that fill the room

sounds like this shouldn’t be allowed for someone tiny as I am

tiny, and getting smaller.

 

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Header image credit to Maëliss Demaison on Unsplash.