Being Tiny

I sneezed so hard I fell off of my chair.

Big gusts of wind push me around. I've fallen down a few times.

Holding an umbrella while it is windy is potentially life threatening to me.

I have to stand on my tip toes to get the fruit loops in the cafeteria...making me look even more like a child.

Too many people have asked me if I was old enough to work a cash register.

Half of my pants are from the children's section. Those pants usually end up being my favorite to my dismay.

My hiccups are really loud and squeaky. I hiccup once every hour too.

I've noticed that my index finger is the size of a lot of people's pinky finger.

Even though I'm closer to the ground...I can't touch my toes.

Even though it's tempting to just do it....you may like to ask me before you try to pick up and swing me around. I realize I'm tiny and light and you want to show that off...but sometimes I have issues with people grabbing me.

My socks are like baby socks. It's ridiculous.

I don't have a tiny voice...it's actually quite low.

I'm not a weak little twig. I'm surprisingly strong.

Because I'm small...I can run fast. But also because I'm small...I can't run fast for very long.

When I sit down in a chair...I can usually swing my legs because they don' touch the floor.

I usually sit on one foot to gain height over tables and desks.

I DO NOT WANT A KIDS MENU....and yet I don't eat a lot.

Usually sunglasses are too big for my little face.

Team t-shirts should come in extra-small. All of my speech shirts are like dresses. A small just doesn't cut it.

I'm glad I wear women's sized shoes. Yay 5 1/2 or 6.

I can't donate blood because I don't weigh enough...and I probably never will.

Why do they put the smaller clothes sizes higher?

~AM