for short people

 

It wasn’t until sometime around 4th grade that I realized I was short. By 7th grade, it was glaringly obvious. So obvious, in fact, that my friend Doug gave me a brown paper lunch bag as a going away present when my family moved from Jackson to Fort Mill to use “as a barf bag for the trip, or to wear as a dress.”

My height always seemed like a curse. Until one day, the words of Whitney Houston spoke to me and I found “the greatest love of all.” I learned to love my self…and my size.

Being pocket-sized has it’s advantages:

  • I can pretty much order off the kids menu wherever I go.
  • I always get to be in the front during dance numbers on stage.
  • I get to wear ridiculously high heels without fear of ever making Trey look shorter than me, and because of this…
  • I learned to walk well in heels at a very young age.
  • I always have enough leg-room.
  • and, let’s face it, because of my size, I will always be just a little bit cute. 

I always root for the little guy (like Kent on last season’s So You Think You Can Dance). I secretly love (love, love, LOVE) Napoleon Bonaparte. And big people love to pick me up and throw me around…since I’m such a child at heart, I still love this. 

However, as fun as it is to be a Half Pint, some people just don’t appreciate our place in the world and can be downright condescending.  Sometimes, without even realizing it. 

I found this soap dispenser in a church bathroom. 

And I know what you’re thinking…yes, I could reach the wall soap dispenser!

2 Replies to “for short people”

  1. OMG! I think they should have said “little children” or something! Why even appoint it to a group? Haha!I’m glad you have embraced your Half Pint-ness…and Doug always poked fun because he was so darn tall!
    I love your blog, it always makes me smile!

  2. Wow. I’m thinking they meant children but didn’t want you to feel bad when you needed the “child soap.” But as Melissa points out- why label it at all?!

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