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!

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  1. My grandmother was 4 foot 2 and eyes of blue. She was a firecracker. I am or was 5 5 and now am 5 3 1/2 and because of spinal injuries was 5 ft most of my life, then a chiropractor straightened out my spine and I grew. Old age has set in and thus shrinkage. but I’m with you. Good things come in small packages. Like you, and me! snicker snicker

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  2. Well, Napoleon was short too but he used to say to those a head taller than himself: you are a head taller but I can shorten you by cutting it off 😃

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  3. I’m 5′ 2 and was always always always the shortest person in my class every year. But that didn’t stop me from playing basketball and volleyball 😀

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  4. I’m a little shorter than you, but I make up for it personality lol Many people say, “I thought you were taller,” upon meeting me face to face for the first time. If you’re ever able, visit Barcelona. All of the people are our height. I felt so comfortable there 🙂


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