Sometimes I feel like the shortest person in New York City. I know that I’m not, but it seems like everyone just towers over me on the subway. Guys, girls, dogs.
Two friends, both 6’2, and I watched passersby in Macy’s when one said, “I wish I was taller.”
My quick reply: “Yeah, you guys are real shrimps” as I craned my neck to look him in the eye.
Of course, being short has its disadvantages:
- trying to look cool while on my tippy-toes reaching a top shelf at the store
- having my view often blocked during movies, concerts, and church services
- constant risk of getting turned away for thrill rides at theme parks (OK, maybe I’m not that short)
Despite all of this, I’ve embraced my shortness. I don’t want to stress anymore about the way that God made me. His design truly is intelligent. For example: I’m afraid of heights, so God kept my head close to the ground (or the other way around – either way, it works).
The advantages of shortness:
- Legroom in cars and planes not that big of a deal
- My toes never reach past the foot of the bed and get cold
- I can’t remember the last time I knocked my head on, well, anything
- Clothes are cheaper in the young mens’ sections of stores (or so someone told me)
Honestly, shortness isn’t a serious “condition” at all, but it’s an example of a bodily trait that I could dislike, be ashamed of, or feel resentful for. Especially in the big, tall, competitive city.
To God’s credit and by His grace, it’s not an issue for me anymore. I’m grateful, and I’m happy, no matter how many times I get turned away for “It’s a Small World.”
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My oldest son is very small for his age (15). Thankfully God has given him confidence to withstand the junk some people throw at him.
Sounds like you have worked through it…
it helps that a very cool mum (though not a mum at the time) took a liking to me so long ago
I’m glad you’ve come to the point of being thankul for your height.
I am the youngest in my very tall family, and though I’m taller than ALL of my friends (I’m 5’8″), I’m a shrimp compared to all my sisters (5’10″-5’11″) and brother (6 something or other). AND…just last week a doctor told me I wasn’t going to grow anymore, and ever since I’ve been working on keeping it from truly becoming a really distressing emergency…I guess it’s okay. 
I'm only 5'2" & hubs is only 5'6" We totally understand where you're coming from. Neither one of us has issues w/ it.