Shortness in this world
This little woman, not me, was fluttering around at a party recently. Alas she was short, as am I. Oh lets see if we are the same size she chirped, I took two steps back, she followed with a friend. Stand together they coaxed. I should have pushed her down, I lost the nerve. Oh look we are the same size, much like two stalks of celery I thought what does it matter?
Then I looked at her and realized that is what I look like to others, easily overlooked, lost in any crowd, last to be served at the butchers. I often look around the grocery isles to find a normal person to haul down a product I want.
How is it that in Petite sections of a store the merchandise takes a very tall person to reach those little jackets. I am not above climbing on the bottom of the shelf, balancing myself until some angry associate comes running, they are all afraid of lawsuits .
I have been known to buy a jacket in the boy’s department, changing buttons impossible.
Every clerk reminds me,You will have to shorten this pants, skirts, nightgowns, sleeves too.
I know I know I know
Not the last but another deterrent to this condition is food, each ounce finds its way to park on my body, not as much room as a normal person, so there it sits.
In my next life I will be tall and thin and a real bitch, watch for me!
