Today I am joining in with Julie Kirks experiment/ investigation/ link up, to find out the heights of bloggers. You know, the person behind the words! It is intriguing I must say, finding out just how tall some of you are!
I am going to say it how it is...
I am small.
As in 5 foot 1 and half an inch. (on a good day)
And yes, that half an inch IS important.
I stopped growing at the age of thirteen. This wasn't a problem until everyone else continued to grow and I was left staring at shoulders.
That isn't a joke. In a crowd I come away with neck strain because I am looking up the whole time.
Short has it's advantages.
I am an expert at wiggling through crowds. Find that gap and I am off, leaving my tall friends fighting with elbows.
I can fit into children's clothes. Childrens clothes are cheaper, what's not to love? Although I do draw the line at frills and ribbons.
Boys will never, ever be taller than me. Honestly for tall girls I have spoken to this has become a real issue for them. I have never worried about it. That whole let the man do the big and protective thing,..I.have.it.covered.
I have no issue wearing disgustingly high heels. I won't be taller than you, I promise!
But short has its..well, short comings!
Working at a prep school I avoided being around the 13 year olds. Most of them were taller than me. I went on one fated field trip and got handed a clipboard and pen by the supervisor who thought I was a child. I am nearly twenty. Awkward all round really.
Dealing with the five year olds was less of a problem.
Somehow being short seems to come with a label of, oh it's ok to pick me up. Especially now the little brother who isn't little has grown so much, he just throws me over his shoulder.
This leads me onto the hug. You know that awkward moment when you don't know quite what to do. Aim for the neck? If so be lifted off the ground when the other person straightens up or they look like a hunchback having to bend down so low. OR do you go for the middle and end up with well.. a face full of cleavage? It's a dilemma.
Thankfully my mother suffers the same problems being 5 foot (ahem) 2
She was once greeted with this from her future grandma-in-law...
"You're small aren't you, but you're not thin. Your sturdy."
I figure there are two ways of looking at it... "the best things come in small packages" OR "poison comes in small bottles". There are two sides to every coin friends!