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(I remember this one. I had to get a suit for a wedding after a few years of avoiding such events. While getting fitted, I was described as short and compact. All this made me think about were fantasy dwarves. So, I wrote a poem about it. Probably to ward off the slight depression I felt upon realizing how much weight I gained.)
I went to buy a suit
Not knowing how I size
Ignorant of my dimensions
About to learn too much
Broad of shoulders
Short of height
With a bulging gut
Earned by a love of food
I was given the executive cut
Called stocky and compact
My mind defined me otherwise
I was a challenge to find fit
The fitting carried on
As my mind stepped far away
Taking in my stated form
Adding what was missing
I grew a lengthy beard
While donning plated mail
My balding head was covered
By a horn-covered helm
I am no longer thin
Like the elf I used to be
My days of being spry
Have left me long ago
I am now a bulky dwarf
The surly battle drone
A warrior of stone
Carved from the very earth
Legends of Windemere 
This seems to be a portrait of determination and strength. It’s interesting how some traits might be viewed as detriments by some but as strengths byothers.
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Nice way to think about it. I was mostly annoyed at the way my body was described while suit shopping.
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I don’t like to try on clothes either! 😄😄
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I think moving to a battle dwarf is the perfect way to deal with the less-than-pleasant fitting.
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If only I had the healthy shoulders for it.
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You can do it in your head.
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Yup. I understand this one.
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Good to know I’m not alone.
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Interesting where our minds will skip off to, isn’t it?
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Especially fantasy fans and authors.
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