Chlopolean
At my physical this year my doctor confirmed what I already knew deep, deep down in my heart of hearts: I’m done growing.
I’ve seen pictures from when I was born, and even then I was tiny. Still, I’d never really thought about my size much until I was about eleven and I realized that I was the only one in my class still wearing clothes from The Children’s Place. I had always just assumed I’d catch up to my peers. My mother and father are 5’8 and 6’3 respectively, and they too had height deficiencies in their youth. They grew out of theirs, so why wouldn’t I? I suppose some things just can’t be explained, because I never did have the growth spurt I so desperately wished for. Right now I stand at a stately 5'2 (and three-quarters, …show more content…
And do you know how irritating it is to walk down a crowded school hallway when everyone towers above you? Hint: it’s not great. I’ve almost been trampled more than once.
Another sob story: I sat in a car seat until I was eleven. That is no exaggeration. My parents thought it completely appropriate to keep their pre-teen daughter, going through a highly volatile time in her life, in a car seat. Technically, I was still below the height and weight restrictions at that time, but really? I still cringe with embarrassment thinking about my parents rolling up to the school drop-off line when I was in sixth grade, with me sitting in a device meant to function for children eight and under.
Those types of embarrassing moments tend to stick with someone. I’d even go as far as to say they can shape who they are, maybe just a little. My height is, quite obviously, a part of who I am. I’m not defined by it, per se, but I can admit to the fact that I may overcompensate for it (on occasion). I am loud, outspoken, and most people are shocked that such a dramatic personality can come from someone who is the size of the average fifth grader. I’d rather make myself heard than fade into the background because of my size. I’d even go as far as to say that I can come off a little Napoleonic at
At my physical this year my doctor confirmed what I already knew deep, deep down in my heart of hearts: I’m done growing.
I’ve seen pictures from when I was born, and even then I was tiny. Still, I’d never really thought about my size much until I was about eleven and I realized that I was the only one in my class still wearing clothes from The Children’s Place. I had always just assumed I’d catch up to my peers. My mother and father are 5’8 and 6’3 respectively, and they too had height deficiencies in their youth. They grew out of theirs, so why wouldn’t I? I suppose some things just can’t be explained, because I never did have the growth spurt I so desperately wished for. Right now I stand at a stately 5'2 (and three-quarters, …show more content…
And do you know how irritating it is to walk down a crowded school hallway when everyone towers above you? Hint: it’s not great. I’ve almost been trampled more than once.
Another sob story: I sat in a car seat until I was eleven. That is no exaggeration. My parents thought it completely appropriate to keep their pre-teen daughter, going through a highly volatile time in her life, in a car seat. Technically, I was still below the height and weight restrictions at that time, but really? I still cringe with embarrassment thinking about my parents rolling up to the school drop-off line when I was in sixth grade, with me sitting in a device meant to function for children eight and under.
Those types of embarrassing moments tend to stick with someone. I’d even go as far as to say they can shape who they are, maybe just a little. My height is, quite obviously, a part of who I am. I’m not defined by it, per se, but I can admit to the fact that I may overcompensate for it (on occasion). I am loud, outspoken, and most people are shocked that such a dramatic personality can come from someone who is the size of the average fifth grader. I’d rather make myself heard than fade into the background because of my size. I’d even go as far as to say that I can come off a little Napoleonic at