For example, people automatically assume that because you’re tiny, you’re incapable of lifting heavy, or even light, stuff. You never ever have to carry a shopping bag; somebody will predictably volunteer and really, who are we to diss chivalry?

My greatest fear is not being able to get my enormous-seriously, enormous suitcases-off the baggage carousel at airports. It’s an irrational fear. For, that never happens. There’s always a gallant young man or old man or even muscular woman who’s willing to help a poor little girl such as myself. Sometimes, they’ll even wheel your luggage to the car and help you load it. It’s a free porter service and you don’t even have to ask for it.

And heels. Oh, how I love to hear my Amazonian friends complain about being limited to flats because they don’t want to tower over their boyfriends. Me? I can wear any kind of heel I like, even the six-inch variety, and still be perfectly within the non-intimidating height range that won’t dent any male ego.

See, the divine revelation I’ve had is the realisation that being short is not a bad thing in any way. It’s actually a fabulous thing. I mean, who wants to be average?

There are over six billion people on earth, all fighting to stand out, to make their mark. I, for one, am waving my unique height like a banner of individuality.

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