Confession of a Short Girl

I am petite. Some people tease me for being too small for my age. Some would often criticize me more than compliment me because I am skinny and short.

But they don’t know how I love being me. I can easily make my way through a crowded place. I don’t find it difficult to find some shelter whether it’s raining, or the sun is too hot.

Some women told me it’s difficult for them to jog due to their weight, but I can walk and run fast without any signs of trouble. My clothes are smaller, making me finish the laundry quickly and pack as many clothes as I want to. I can easily slip my small shoes into my luggage.

I used to feel offended when people mentioned my imperfections, but I realized that entertaining such negativity doesn’t help me. I don’t take it seriously now that whenever I hear some comments, I’d give a sarcastic answer just to stop them.

Sometimes, if they tease me about whether I still get a student discount, I’d tell them, “Definitely! As long as they don’t ask for my ID.”

If someone notices what small feet I have and blurts it out; I’d say, “Wouldn’t it be more shocking if a petite woman like me has feet as huge as yours?” I might sound bitter, but that’s the reality.

I know not everybody knows how to deal with negative comments from others. Some people have low EQ and the more they hear bad things about them, they tend to believe the idea that they aren’t worthy to be loved or admired.

Let’s try to think of the consequences of what we want to do or say. We might become the reason for someone else’s sorrow and hopelessness.