Once again today, I was reminded of something. A fact that is inescapable to me but seems to take others by surprise: I am short. Let me clarify – I’m not petite, not tiny, not wee, not child-sized, not small – I am the classic definition of short. I look like a normal sized person who has been reduced down to her most basic core. I have no filler added…like say, a torso or that superfluous 6 inches of leg that so many others have. And today, this did not go unnoticed.
“Have you shrunk?” a co-worker asked me.
“I’m wearing flats,” I said matter-of-factly.
“I never noticed that you were this short before, “ observed the co-worker who’d worked with me for the last 6 years.
This usually happens when someone sees me standing next to a tall person. The reason for this, I believe is that, if you saw me seated, you’d never know I was short. I don’t have that elfin look of those tiny tiny people who are simply the size of children. I prefer to think of it as ‘no frills’.
Still, I find it odd when people seem surprised by the fact.