4ft 10 and 3/8ths RAGE!

Today this 12 year old girl refused to believe I was 19. She honestly thought I was 11. This girl, after arguing with me about my own age, decided to make a bit of a spectacle of me and blah blah blah.

Point of story: being called an 11 year old by a 12 year old does not do positive things to a 19 year old woman's self image.

Don't get me wrong, I love being short and adorable. Most of the time, I can brush off people's overreaction to how old I am because they stupidly think height will always determine age. I really don't care about my height all that much and I'll forgive people for thinking I'm still in high school.

But 11? I do not want to look like an 11 year old. Know why?

NO ONE WANTS TO DATE A F*CKING 11 YEAR OLD.

That's why.

Otherwise, happenstances like what happened today make me ponder questions such as:
"Am I supposed to dress more slutty?" (oh wait, the tweens tend to do that anyways)
"Are my boobs really that nonexistent?"
"Will only creepers and pedophiles find me attractive?"
"Is this why I'm single?"
"Do I need to show off my car keys more often?"
"How many times do I have to wear my college shirt in a week?"
"Do I really look like an 11 year old?"
"Do I act like an 11 year old?"
"Should I go against everything I believe and start wearing make-up?"
"Should I stop wearing pants?"
"Should I finally grow up and stop being spunky little AM and instead be bitchy AM?"
"Would a tattoo help?"
"Can I shank people when I'm mad?"
"If I owned a pet dragon-(THE ANSWER IS YES) oh ok."

I shouldn't be so worked up about this. But you know, sometimes I get a little irked by people being overly surprised at how old I really am. I'm ok with people who are like "oh I'm sorry. my mistake." and move on to ask me how college is or whatever. The people who really piss me off are the people who have the huge overreaction to how old I am and start pulling aside their friends and start making a spectacle out of me. It's like I just told them I am f*cking Cthulhu.

I swear to god if anyone says "Great things come in small packages LOL" to me ever again I'm going to kill a kitten right in front of their face. (I would never actually harm a kitten. I would mostly likely just stand there with a creepy smile and try with all my might to keep myself out of the avatar state) I do keep forgetting how short I am though. I'm only reminded of how small I actually am when there's giants or the cereal is on the top shelf....OR WHEN STUPID PEOPLE MAKE A BIG DEAL OUT OF IT. I'm not really THAT small. Right? hmm?

I mean, I still get offered kids menus when I go out to eat with my family. Do you know what that DOES to me?

Let me just sum up my angst for you here. I'm not looking for any of you to make me feel better...I just want you to understand where I'm coming from. I don't care about the short comments. I KNOW I'm short (hubbawhhaaaaat?!). I like being short. I'm not a short person who bitches about not being able to reach things and whatnot. Climbing stuff is fun. Kid's pants are cheaper. I don't eat a lot of food. I'm fun to cuddle.

I DON'T LIKE that my height apparently makes me appear so young because then I get treated like I am that young. I get looked down upon. My intelligence and talent is underestimated. Stuff like that.

I mean, how do you all treat 11 year olds?

~AM

BTW Even if I was that 3/8ths shorter, I wouldn't be a midget or a dwarf or anything. I don't have a genetic condition. I'm this short because my body decided that breathing was probably more important than growing.