Day 12: Can't reach...

I'm 5ft tall. Very short for a human being. And so you could call me vertically challenged. Or call me Hobbit height. Or just call out and say Hey Shorty it's your Birthday. Whatever.

 

Sometimes these insults get to me. Other times no. Generally they don't. But when I'm not feeling too confident that day, for whatever reason, I blame my height for a number of things.

Like...

If I were tall my body fat would be stretched and I wouldn't look so fat.

If I were tall I'd have a boyfriend by now.

If I were tall people wouldn't think I was still 12 years old.

If I were tall people would take me seriously.

If I were tall I could be an airhostess. Or any other profession, like a cop, or something something.

If I were tall I could've done so much more with my life.

And so on.

 

But sadly I'm short. Sometimes it gets to me. Other times it doesn't.

 

Right now it's gotten to me. Hence the picture above.

Sadly I've never had to use any props to help with my height in an intimate kissing position, because, well there's no male to kiss.

And I'm starting to think that all males love a woman [yes a woman, not a short girl] with legs that don't quit / legs up to here *points to Ansy's ears*

Sadly my legs are short.

And not only is this a problem. Shopping for petite sized clothes suck. I don't look good in anything. Bleugh.

 

If I could wish for something, I wish I were taller. Life would be so much easier. Alas I must embrace spinsterhood with open arms.

 

ps, no man was used in the making of this photo. I just borrowed man-size shoes so that it didn't seem like I was just kissing air or another hobbit or something. Anyway, who needs men anyway?

Done