I am not very tall. At 5 foot 2 inches, I may not exactly be considered squat, but I am considered short. In fact, my mother was on the tall side, and my siblings are all taller than I am. Throughout my school years I was usually the shortest in my class, and during my middle school or junior high years I was the shortest person in the school.
The beautiful people are tall people. There are no 5 foot 2 inch models. The longer the legs, the more beautiful a woman is rated. The really beautiful women are nearly a foot taller than I.
It’s okay. Good things come in small packages. My body carries my spirit through the world just fine. I’ve got a husband and family that fit me just fine.
I occasionally come across people near my height, and sometimes even smaller. I have to look up at most people. I don’t mind looking up at you. Height isn’t what matters. What matters is how we express ourselves. What matters is how we communicate our ideas. What matters is the way we think, and how that thinking causes us to treat others.
When it comes to those measures, I am as big as anyone!