I’m not as short as I have always thought I am. As a kid, I was. Short, I mean. The shortest in my class actually. From Kindergarten, I stood at the front of the line, sat at the corner end of class photos—all the way until about 6th grade when a new girl joined our class. Then, I was second tallest. Oh the joy, the bliss of that day.
Funny thing is that I still carry that childhood mentality of I’m Short and so I always carry myself that way. So fast forward a buncha years to today, and I’m now 5’4”. That’s not too short, is it? I’m perfectly average, I’d say.
Yet, I am continuously bewildered, shocked, surprised, flaggergasted (god, I LOVE that word), whenever I realize that many of friends are about my height, or *gasp* SHORTER!
Being short isn’t really such a big deal, but I’m still happy that I grew eventually.
Now…if only I could gain a couple of pounds… =)
Life is Funny