It is how big or small something is. It describe the height of someone, if you are america though, because they can’t speak English very well. Shoe size, for instance.
size. size DOES matter. How big is your heart? How big is your ego? How big are your dreams? Could you love me? Do you have the capacity? Could you fill a big enough space in me….could you grow MY dreams? Do you see…that size DOES matter?
Size time dreams of mine. baby you look fine….speaking of…if you’re big let’s grind.
it is infinite, it doesnt matter, it is relative, dont measure it, it will only bring you down.
His size had always bothered him, he had always been the fat kid in Gym class trying to make a name for himself, trying to be athletic, but being out of breath in the matter of seconds, he was tired of the nicknames his weight had earned him, Fatso, and buttercup..whatever they were none of them were good, none were nice.
The waves crashed and ebbed back to sea, the size did not seem to bother him. It looks fun!
Aaaaargh I know I can fit into it, just pull a little bit harder on the zipper! Come on, work with me here stupid dress, you’re perfect! I simply have to wear you tonight! Okaaaay come on, just a little bit more.. oh crap.. well there it goes. I swear it must have shrunk in the washer. It definitely is my size.
It doesn’t matter. I am tiny and some people are big. So you can be a tall person or a small person and you can be happy :) Either way. God made different sizes.
People always say that size doesn’t matter. But when he looked in the mirror, he knew they were wrong. Size was all that mattered. He made such a big deal about something that made him so small, physically and mentally.
SIZE AGAIN? What is wrong with you people! I am tired of writting about size. I already wrote about it for a minute! Because you know, 60 seconds is a minute. This is a creative writing activity. I’m not checking my spelling. HAHA! I’m an awful speller. You know! Hé you! yes you! why are you reading this?
size, i think is a repulsive word. it describes things that are too big or too small – both of which are negative in the eyes of society. its not a negative word in and of itself but the context is indeed.
He lumbered over the crowd, his shadow encompassing the long and narrow street. Thanedarf tongue crawled out of his gaping mouth as the giant version of his friend waved hello and accidentally ripped off the balcony of an adjacent building.
Size… It seems like everyone these days is concerned with size. I think everyone wants a large house, except me. I’m terribly afraid of large houses. All those doors and locks, windows and rooms, spaces where I can’t see what’s happening and who’s there. It’s awful to be in a big house alone, especially at night, in times like these. You never know who’ll decide to come in and kill you. Why couldn’t I have lived in the 1950s, or something like that?
what is size? why is a carrot larger than a raisin. why. are you ok.? could we calculate the size of my concern. is it larger than 4inches.. a yard maybe?
so full up with love and blood that it could burst.
Jackson is sometimes concerned about Doc’s size. Yes, he’ll admit it, he’s a worry wort. He’s also a perfectionist who scrutinizes everything and tries to find flaws in anything and everything. He tries not to let it bother him, seeing how skinny the man is. He tries to push the thoughts to the back of his mind and counter them. “He doesn’t eat meat, that’s why he’s so slender.” “He drinks a lot of coffee so he doesn’t feel hungry as often as you do, he’s fine.”, etc. But it doesn’t work and inevitably at the end of the day Jackson once again finds himself mentioning it to his friend.
Some days I wake up and feel puckered, shrunk in the wash of sleep. Some days I feel ‘normal’. Some days I feel as if I am overflowing like water, gelatinous flesh all around. But most days I feel like it doesn’t really matter, because I am great.
We nestled then wrestled then snuggled and slept and snored and surrendered under the dark and the cold in a sleeping bag meant for one.
It used to be the thing that kept the lid on my expression. The Size of who I was how I could remember what I was before and the gaping distance between who I felt I was and that that looked back at me in the mirror.
it meant nothing! first the egg, then the train, whichever won the contest had absolutely nothing to do with who was bigger who, nor did it matter to the audience that cheered and partied alongside both candidates.
it meant nothing! first the egg, then the train, whichever won the contest had absolutely nothing to do with who was bigger than who, nor did it matter to the audience that cheered and partied alongside both candidates.
A size is a matter of space. It holds a certain place of this air. Size doesn’t always matter. Although some people find it important, some don’t. There are several sizes that ceased to exist. Some big, some small. Some medium and some neutral.
Ready for what lies ahead?
I can see you’ve been putting some training in for this… good work; your cheeks are totally ripped. Like seriously, with that kind of size, you’re bound to get on the podium. You must’ve been shoving walnuts in there.
Anyhow, good luck, looks like the show is about to begin.
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She stared at the boxes, all lined up like soldiers in front of her.
She rubbed her chin, discerning, deciding.
This could be a life-altering decision.
Size is how big or small something is. We have different sizes for all types of things. There are different sizes for shoes and clothes. Different sizes for the drinks we have. It can also be inappropriate like Jesse says because someone can’t help himself.
Size is an abstract concept. What may be big to a ladybug is small to us, so there really is no big or small. It’s a concept that depends mostly on the individual.
Size me up, go ahead. I know you will anyways with or without my permission. Go ahead, size me up. And when you are done let me tell you the things you have missed. You see blue eyes, when I look in the mirror I see the eyes my son inherited from me, the eyes I will never get to see.
there’s so much to do with size in our world. Society wants more and more. The more, the better. The bigger the portions and cheaper, the better value. What happened to economising our resources? What happened to saving the scarce world and the recourses in it?