A couple of months ago, I attended a health screening. By the time I was done with all the tests, I thought I should check my height since I wasn’t particularly sure. (In my mind, I’m like 5”2).So I located the area and joined the queue. After a while it was my turn to step on the BMI machine which I gladly did. When I was done, the lady attending to me gave me a card with my details. I quickly checked for the measurement under height and noticed it was in centimeters. So I settled down and converted it to inches.
First trial: 5”02…..
Second trial: 5”02….
Sigh. Okay. I tried it for the third and final time. There was probably a mistake somewhere.
It took a while for it to actually sink in. All this while, I’d been claiming 5”2 when in actual sense, I’m five-foot-zero.
Which explains a lot.
Explains why 95% of my pictures are head shots because I’m scared to acknowledge that I’m not a tall person.
Explains the attraction to platforms, wedges, stilettos and whatnot no matter how uncomfortable they might seem.
Explains the need to be a bit fashion conscious and not look like a hippie. I love to dress up like a girl once in a while but sometimes it’s stressful.
Explains why people hardly ever take me serious.
Truth is, I don’t even think like my height. (Whatever that means). In my head, I feel like 5”9 because I’m not conscious of it. Even when I stare at the mirror, I don’t see a 5”0 body of 52kg and 22 BMI especially since I’m trying to get abs. I see, for the lack of a better word, a tall and large person. I feel like my whole essence’s trying to fit into this tiny body.
Yes, I know I’m supposed to be happy and content and whatnot, funny enough I am. I’ve just subconsciously been living in denial and now that I think of it, I’m not sure it’s a good thing. (Speaking of which, I think I need to invest in more maxi gowns)
Why Are We Hardly Ever Taken Serious?
There’s this kid I teach French lessons and for some reasons I have issues with getting his absolute attention during class because he thinks he can play planks and get away with it especially since I’m not too far behind him height-wise.
Over the years I’ve had my fair share of age-allocation. From my dad to the most random stranger on the street. Because I look like your 12 year old sister doesn’t mean you should address me like that. Really it’s not fun. Actually it’s annoying.
So, I’m appealing on behalf of all the short people all over the world,y’all need to stop torturing us. Life is hard for us as it is.