From the very beginning, my paediatrician, destroyed my mother's dreams of a cypress-height child by saying, "This girl will be one of the five shortest people in her class". But he was wrong. I wasn't just not one of those five people, I was that person: the shortest in the class :) Now don't look at me telling "this so sweet". During childhood and later adolescence, I thought my height was the only thing that defined me. The incessant jokes and the consoling statements 'but you're so cute'... I still hide away from the fact that when volleyball is played, I may not be selected or be the last one to be selected. As time passed I realised that my height hadn't changed but my age had. At that point, I was willing to be labeled 'you're so cute'. Then I saw the light at the end of the tunnel... The fact that I was short wouldn't change anything, on the contrary, I was short and still happy. If you're short but still not happy, just say it '' I'm not short, they are too tall''!

Petite Fungi