Short Comedic Monologue

  I’m small okay, I get it.  So sick of people telling me how little I am.  All the time!  Oh, you’re so cute and little.  So tiny and proportioned.  I know, I know, I know…Why couldn’t I have giant boobs with a big ass and be like five foot ten inches?!  I hate it when people call me TINY TINA!  As if I don’t know, as if I don’t look at myself in the mirror every single day.

And you know my brother, he is six foot five inches.  How does that happen?  Can you explain that to me?  He constantly looks at me and tells me I’m shrinking or “did I grow small”.  How does someone grow small?  Can’t stand the torture he gives me.

Just let me be people.  Just let me beeeeeee…..