I'm 5'4". I am pretty sure this is on the shorter end of American height. But here, I feel like what my tall friends must have been feeling all along. Put me in a crowd of local women and I'll stick out...for many reasons...one being my towering five feet four inches! I'm even taller than a lot of men I know.
You don't really notice the height difference between our countries until you
1) are in a crowded elevator and are asked to reach above everyone else's heads to push the buttons,
2) easily find your husband in the dark, in the middle of a festival, on an extremely crowded street,
3) are asked to be in a group picture...back row please, or
4) your three-year-old easily reaches the sink in the public bathroom. "Mommy, it's Molly-size!"
Should I break it to her that this country was not made just for her? That her stature will soon surpass her friends and neighbors?
Maybe not just yet. It's fun being short...just like everyone else.
You don't really notice the height difference between our countries until you
1) are in a crowded elevator and are asked to reach above everyone else's heads to push the buttons,
2) easily find your husband in the dark, in the middle of a festival, on an extremely crowded street,
3) are asked to be in a group picture...back row please, or
4) your three-year-old easily reaches the sink in the public bathroom. "Mommy, it's Molly-size!"
Should I break it to her that this country was not made just for her? That her stature will soon surpass her friends and neighbors?
Maybe not just yet. It's fun being short...just like everyone else.
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