Dude, I am so huge.  Not huge, like fat, but huge like built on a different frame.  I was in a movement rehearsal last night for the new play I’m in and the room was, unfortunately, mirrored.  All the other women in the cast are diminutive (okay, teensy tiny), in frame and mostly diminutive in stature.  In the midst of them, standing two or more heads taller and at least a hip or two wider was me.  I looked like I had come into their city to pick them up and rip them apart with my bare hands.  It did not help that I was wearing movement clothes which have a tendency to make me look like I’ve suddenly gained 200 pounds.  Hell, I’m less embarrased about being naked than I am about wearing freakin’ workout clothes.  I was feeling just a wee bit self conscious, moving among the villagers as I was in my monster state, afraid they’d start chasing me with torches and spikes, driving me back to my monster castle on the hill.  But now that I am back in civilian clothes and among people who eat a steak every once in a while, for God’s sake, I feel a bit better.  Thank God these movement classes are only once a week.  Roar, watch out, I will eat your village you puny humans!