By Catherine Paulson

Short Small Tiny Little Petite Size is relative Strong Powerful Impactful Physical Tough With an indestructible base You tell me my size I tell you “congratulations, you have eyes” What’s the point of sharing that fact? When I have a bigger heart Measured as 5 feet short But feel 8 feet tall I forget my size Because I don’t see a difference But you do You just want to find a flaw Tell me when you find a real one Cause this is my superpower This might be your weakness But this

Can’t complain When I constantly train Many people wish they were in my shoes And to be all over the news They don’t know I’m struggling From doing all this juggling Doing what I love is hard But I can’t let down my guard I question if it’s worth it And if I’m a perfect fit I just have to have fun Before it’s all done Be grateful for where I am Especially in this program I’m not where I want to be I need to find the missing key Now it’s time to sweat Because I’m not finished 

(Click to expand recipe) Caroline's Cinnamon Rolls Ingredients For the dough:  - 4 1/2 cups all-purpose flour - 1/3 cup granulated sugar - 1 packet Rapid Rise Instant Yeast - 1 teaspoon salt - 1 1/2 cups milk (100-110 degrees F)  - 6 tablespoons unsalted butter - 1 egg  For the cinnamon sugar filling: - 2/3 cup light brown sugar - 1- 1/2 tablespoon ground cinnamon - Pinch of salt - 1/4 cup butter (softened/melted)  For the frosting:  - 4 ounces cream cheese (room temp)...

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