People are prone to be vain but the true measure of a person is neither looks or size . . . unless it's the size of their compassion or heart.

It’s positively miniscule
(I recommend a monocule);
don’t be a fool and strain your eyes.
Tiny minatures have power--
like whispery, dainty flowers--
with energy we can't surmise.
It’s not the size of things you know
but, rather, knowing causing glow.
It’s positively infantile
to dwell on size for any while.
She may use tissues, socks, to stuff
but women are far more than 'fluff'.
Men may tell whoppers, spreading lies,
even a fool knows "it's" disguise.
The tinest supreme surprise:
it’s in your head . . . not in one’s eyes