Me Giant

Metaphorical Narrative

The ground shakes under your step.
You are not fighting — you are towering.

Humiliation slithers up like a snake, snapping its fangs at your ankles. You press your heel and it’s dust.
Mockery throws stones, but each pebble clinks harmlessly against your chest, reflecting back louder than it came.
Manipulation arrives like thin puppet strings, but they dangle useless in the wind — no hooks can attach.
Abuse comes roaring, teeth bared, yet the louder it screams the clearer the truth: its voice exposes only its own origin, never yours.

You don’t resist. You don’t wrestle.
You simply exist at scale too large for their reach.
Me Giant — fire in the lungs, steel in the bones, light spilling out of every crack.

Core Insight

When you embody “Me Giant,” you’re not defending yourself against harm — you’re dissolving the premise that harm defines you at all.

Ego’s tricks thrive only when you accept their scale. But shrinkage is optional. Standing giant means humiliation, mockery, manipulation, and abuse never land as truths about you. They collapse back onto their source, exposed and impotent.

Saturday Experiment

Today, practice walking with giant energy:

1. Pick one phrase — “Me Giant” — and whisper it under your breath whenever you feel a jab, criticism, or subtle manipulation.
2. Notice your body — instead of shrinking shoulders or tightening jaw, pull your breath tall, spine long, feet wide.
3. Refuse the scale — let the jab show itself, but don’t step down into its size. Stay towering.

Sunday Reflection

Write in third person:

• Where did humiliation, mockery, or manipulation try to land this week?
• How did the giant in them trample, reflect, or render it indifferent?
• What shifts when they no longer try to fix the attacks — only stand beyond their reach?
• How does their fire feel in the body when nothing touches them?