Just before I had my surgery, I was working at a little hole in the wall company (the perfect place to hide by the way). There was a woman who couldn't reach 5' in heels. I generally wore heels back then with a business suit. She would always comment on my height.
One day she told me: "Cindi, you are soooo tall!" I respondied with "Sheryl, you are soooo short!" She never said anything about it again to me.
I am 5' 11" and I have never been concerned about my height. There are other things like my fat head, short neck, broad shoulders and chest that I don't like. But even those things don't seem to be a big problem, they're just things that bug me.
I just got back from town. I had to go get a blood test. I've been working, and I was wearing my crappy shop clothes; steel toed work shoes, jeans, and an astro tee. I'll never know why I pass in this garb. But I seem to get by somehow.
Cindi