I am very, very tall...in my mind. In reality, I max out at 5 feet and hate wearing heals because they pinch my one freakishly bulbous toe. When people stand next to me they always seem amazed by how short I am, and I'm always amazed that they are so amazed.
I don't wander around in life thinking, "Wow! I am sooooo short! Look at me, way down here!" In fact, quite the opposite. I usually FORGET that I'm short (until I need to reach something on a high shelf). I'll even go a step further and say that I spend most of my day THINKING I'm tall. I get constant reality checks (yes, sometimes it's hard to reach things off the second shelf in my kitchen) so you'd think I'd learn, but no. I still think I'm tall.
I suppose it's a good thing that I see myself as tall because I never let my height limit me. In fact, the only reason I haven't tried out for the NBA is because I suck at organized sports (believe me, I've been hit in the face by enough balls to know, and no, that’s not an innuendo, get your mind out of the gutter!). Seriously though, the fact that I'm shorter than most people I meet barely registers with me. As long as I can look you in the eye without straining my neck, I kind of assume we're about the same height. Add to that the fact that my personality is listed at 6'6" and I'm practically taller than you!
Or maybe I'm just a delusional girl who was Napoleon in a former life. 😜
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