Is height such a big issue?
If you ask me, it indeed is. I am Short. And I don’t get the privileges enjoyed by those who are exuberant in physical stature. It has become overwhelmingly clear to me that God loves tall people best.
Tall people never get stuck in the front of the assembly queue. They aren’t even mistreated by people, the way we short people are, all our lives – absolutely unimaginable – “What are you saying, be loud, I cannot hear you up here?”, “Walk fast, can you?” … and I am like, Can’t you see I have little legs. “Why are you running?”… to keep up with you *rolls eyes*
Those moments when you go shoe shopping and the shopkeeper gets for you the most comfy school shoes…know that feel? And then you have to kill him and hide his dead body behind some tall person.
When you have to buy a dress and you find the one your size in the kids’ section. Oh the jeans that fit your waist are longer in length. :-/ :-/
*Facepalm to the power infinity*
But there are people who comfort you too…in the weirdest of ways!
“Nope, your height isn’t short. It’s cute.” Everyone knows that ‘small things’ are cute. Infants are cute. Puppies are cute. Kittens are cute. Hello Kitty erasers are cute. That cuddly bhaaloo ka bachha is cute.
If I had a rupee for every time anyone called me Short, I would have been rich by now. Richer than Uncle Scrooge!
What people don’t understand is that there’s a whole world up there that I don’t even know about…Yep, because I am 5’1”. It’s depressing!
But then, THIS…