I’m short, I get it. I’ve been this tall for um, I don’t know, 16 years. I’ve heard all the jokes. ALL of them. But yet, people think they are so clever and that they just came up with a new one. No you didn’t. I’ve heard it 376,000 times.
When you’re 59 1/4 inches tall (you do the math, and yes that quarter is very important), you learn to live with the comments, the patting on the head, the references of being “a little girl.” No one takes you seriously, no one, especially in the work setting.
I have this co-irker who EVERY.SINGLE.DAY makes a comment. They are:
- “Who’s at the front desk? Oh it’s you, I couldn’t see you down there.”
- “Little girl, (insert request here).”
- “Isn’t she just adorable, our little girl?
You get the idea. Annoying right?
But instead of just saying something to her, I keep my trap shut and burn up inside. You would think after 16 years I would just let them roll off my back. But it’s hard. I don’t want to be see as a “little girl” (although this will come in handy when I’m 50 and whining about how old I am). I am a young woman, a mother, a wife, a friend, a hard worker (most of the time). I am NOT a little girl.
And no, I don’t have to use a booster seat in the car. (Yes, I’ve been asked this…seriously).