Some of you may be unaware that my height comes in at a whopping 4"10. But most of you probably aren't, unless you've never seen me. (Yes that was a joke).
I'm fine with this – I really am, but after hunting through the depths of Facebook for a picture some time in the middle of uni, I came across several which highlight why people like to so frequently comment on my height.
Who let this child into the club? |
A few weeks ago I went to buy a lighter. I got ID'd. The same person ID'd me the next week for wine, like they needed to prove I wasn't using a fake. Over Halloween a cashier in America tried to claim I'm not 21 despite having my ID in her hand. She tried to put it down to her feeling old, but I suspected something else.
I'd have made them look terrifying if I was on my own. |
I get it, I'm short. But my face doesn't look like that of a child.
On the bright side, I can fit in small places easily. One day it will be an advantage, I'm sure. (Think Oliver Twist.)
This bag originally held a snow shovel. |
And not to forget, that it does offer some great photo opportunities.
Because even though I can sometimes seem like a Who in a world of Horton's, I am a person too.
This was borderline unacceptable |
Anyway, realising that sometimes short people's problems are underrepresented, I aim to remedy that.
I will be posting an insight into some of the simple issues faced by short people, which goes beyond short (yet hilariously accurate) list articles.
Enjoy the (lack of) view.
Friends wearing heels when you're not is just an insult |
I will be posting an insight into some of the simple issues faced by short people, which goes beyond short (yet hilariously accurate) list articles.
This guy is only a year older than me. |
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