Every girl’s body stops growing when they’re like, 14 years old. By the time everyone’s 14, everyone’s looking like supermodels. They’re all tall and have flawless skin and look like they could be on the cover of a magazine or something. When I was 14, I was told I could still pass for 10.
I don’t know when I stopped growing, but it might have been when I was about 13 or so. For a while, I always assumed I was 5’1 or 5’2. But when I went to go check my height for my high school graduation gown, I was surprised with the result. I was 5’0. At first, I thought “Wait…I can’t be that short.” But after looking back at the measurement the tailor gave me, my fears were affirmed.
I thought I was much taller than that. I should’ve noticed the signs earlier after facing the struggle of trying to reach high up places in the kitchen, having to do a second height check on the rides at the amusement park, and even seeing my grandma’s efforts to take me to the petite sections of stores fail since the petite clothing was not only too mature for my age (but was also still too long on me). Worst of all, I thought that being short affected how beautiful I was. I thought I was going to be this ugly monster that nobody would like because I was short. All the guys in high school were going after the taller, skinnier girls. I mean, I had friends who were also in the 5’2/5’3 range, but it didn’t bother them as much. Why did it bother me? Was it because they all had boyfriends or was it because of something else?
When I went into college, I was like a 14 year old going out into the city by herself. I felt like someone would step on me at any time. But as time went on, I met a few other girls who were 4’11 or 5’0. Even though most of the girls wore heels to cover up their short height, I’ve never legitimately worn heels until college. But what I’ve learned from those girls was that they came to terms with their height instead of fighting with it.
The biggest influence to me coming to terms with my height, however, was my first boyfriend. I never had a boyfriend in high school. I’ve had crushes but never relationships. This guy became one of the major factors into my college experience. My first boyfriend was 6’3. Now, 6’3 and 5’0 may seem like an odd combo to you but the major height difference never bothered me. Plus, I kinda dreamed about dating a guy much taller than me. When he told me he had a thing for short girls, I was flattered immediately. I was always overjoyed whenever he lifted me up to kiss me. The whole relationship felt like a fairy tale. Unfortunately, when he ended things with me after only a few short weeks, I was heartbroken. In fact, I was even jealous of the girl he dated several months after me, who was about 5’2 or 5’3.
But the one thing I took away from the relationship was a better appreciation of not only myself, but my height. For once, I felt more confident about my height. Although it took me quite a long time to get over my first boyfriend, I felt content with who I was and determined to make myself even more beautiful. After a while, I went to the gym and lost about 20 pounds from a period of a little less than a year, which only strengthened my appreciation for being short.
Now, I absolutely love being short. I am proud to be only 5’0. I don’t just love being short for the perks, like being able to fit into the clothing from the children’s section at H&M or passing for a 12 year old so that you can order from the kids’ menu. I love it for the ability to stand out from the rest of the crowd because girls my height and age are seen as a rarity. I have now come to terms with my short height and that being short can actually be beautiful. I may look like a tiny little bug that people can squash, but at least I’m a beautiful little butterfly.