As I walked up to my son’s school for his 5th grade celebration I noticed a woman walking in front of me next to a man heading the same direction. I assumed the woman to be a student at the elementary school at first because of her height, but her body language suggested otherwise and when she turned her head to look at the man I realized she was a grown woman.
A woman shorter than me! I’m 4’11-ish (somewhere betweeen 4’10 3/4 and 5’0 1/2, depending on my mood. LOL, J/K – sorta).
After I got over my initial shock I immediately checked out what she was wearing. My eyes went straight to her ankles as I wanted to see if she was able to find pants that fit her short legs. And they did! They weren’t cut at the wrong point or dragging and I realized she must have sewn them to fit properly. Then I checked out the rest of her outfit and thought about how cute her outfit was.
Then I went into the cafeteria and when the “graduation” was over we were told to line up around the sidewalk so that the kids could march through and we could cheer for them. And as we did I realized that most of the women were around my height, the average being around 5’0 and the men being around 5’4. I noticed that most of the women and men were Latino. From my experience in living in cities with larger hispanic populations I’ve typically seen women around 5’3 and men 5’8, but I realized that I’m used to Puerto Ricans, Dominicans, and Cubans living in Florida and perhaps these Latinos/as were Mexican, who tend to be shorter.
Nationality isn’t the point, though. I just have to say there is something so comforting about seeing people your size around you. It made me realize I feel like I’m living in a land of giants all the time. One that was not made for me for I must crane my neck and destroy my hips from dangling my feet off the ground. I don’t speak for all shorties, but for me being short-statured makes me feel small. You look someone in the eye and you are equals. Nice to be able to do that for a short while today.
The women were my height and my body build. I sure hope they didn’t catch me staring at them as I was taking mental notes on what kind of clothing might look good on my body. We could use some more representation.
Since I was a kid I’ve heard a lot about how girls compare themselves to tall, thin supermodels and this destroys their self-esteem. It never did anything to mine. What always bothered me is that I couldn’t fit into clothing made for the normal-sized woman. The pants and sleeves are too long, the shoulders and arms too narrow, gap at the back of the pants. Left me feeling like a hobbit-sized linebacker with biceps and a huge ass.
I’ve got a normal body time. For a gymnast. A gymnast who has let herself go. Like, really really really let herself go.