In the elevator the other day, an elderly woman approached me and said, “Gee, you’re tiny!” I wasn’t sure how to respond, so I made a vague answer. Most of the time, people don’t really mention my height as a point of interest.
I hear silly jokes about my stature every once in a while and it’s no surprise when people give me random nicknames ranging from shrimp to pocket Asian. But does it really do any good?
They say the average American woman is about 5’3.” I’m only two inches shorter, but people make it seem like it’s abnormal to be so small. Perhaps it’s because I don’t have the girth or the presence that can make people think I’m bigger or taller. Or maybe it’s because I don’t like to wear high heels all the time, especially when I’m running errands or going grocery shopping.
Despite it all, I’m pretty comfortable with my height. I don’t feel disadvantaged because of my height…at least, not yet. As long as people respect me and treat me like they do everyone else, I don’t really expect any special treatment.
Every blue moon, someone ruins my day by saying something like, “Be careful, it’s windy out, you don’t want to blow away!”
But rarely does it happen, and I’ve learned to look back and laugh.
Yea right, I’ll fly away…like Mary Poppins.