So this is how my brother sees the world
I am 25. One would think that for a girl/woman, my height should have been determined years ago when my bones handed in their resignation, saying "we're done here" and proceeded on their next assignment -- making my bunions worse. Hence, I don't know why my precise height measurement remains a contested subject.
In the past two years, I have had different nurses, squinting at the equipment, and announcing different results. "162!" "162.5!" "162. wait... I think..162.3?" My own official statement, on the other hand, is that I am "162.5" -- Why? Because that was the highest height I was ever given. Secondly, it qualifies me for being 5ft 4. And 5ft 4 has been approved by my Self-Esteem Committee to be "Acceptable".
Most recently, however, I gave my "Best Nurse" badge away to this person at a Beijing hospital for declaring, "looks like you are 163cm tall!" "Are you sure?" “Excuse me?" "Oh, nothing..."
Though at weaker moments, I also recall her recording my weight 2 kilograms less than what I saw on the scale from the usual recommended angle instead of from the side. Oh well, height is a subjective matter anyway.
Anyway, even with a 5ft 4 frame, I am almost never blessed with the opportunity where I am "the tall one" in the room. I know, right?
Last Sunday, it happened. It happened in the midst of being shoved and elbowed in a crowded subway filled with wide-eyed Chinese tourists and angry-eyed Beijing residents. After easing myself into a comfortable position and making sure that I was not susceptible to potential groping, I lifted my head and realized... at 5ft 4, I was taller than the 8 - 10 people squeezed around me.
是真的。
I was finally blessed with my brother's eye view (He is a whopping 6ft 2 or 3).
The lesson I learned here, however, is that, you can't have it all. There I was, towering above all others, just to be granted this scene -- head of hair after head of hair, of the nastiest dandruff and grease that everyone's mother should never allow.
Oh well. At least it was short-lived.
In the past two years, I have had different nurses, squinting at the equipment, and announcing different results. "162!" "162.5!" "162. wait... I think..162.3?" My own official statement, on the other hand, is that I am "162.5" -- Why? Because that was the highest height I was ever given. Secondly, it qualifies me for being 5ft 4. And 5ft 4 has been approved by my Self-Esteem Committee to be "Acceptable".
Most recently, however, I gave my "Best Nurse" badge away to this person at a Beijing hospital for declaring, "looks like you are 163cm tall!" "Are you sure?" “Excuse me?" "Oh, nothing..."
Though at weaker moments, I also recall her recording my weight 2 kilograms less than what I saw on the scale from the usual recommended angle instead of from the side. Oh well, height is a subjective matter anyway.
Anyway, even with a 5ft 4 frame, I am almost never blessed with the opportunity where I am "the tall one" in the room. I know, right?
Last Sunday, it happened. It happened in the midst of being shoved and elbowed in a crowded subway filled with wide-eyed Chinese tourists and angry-eyed Beijing residents. After easing myself into a comfortable position and making sure that I was not susceptible to potential groping, I lifted my head and realized... at 5ft 4, I was taller than the 8 - 10 people squeezed around me.
是真的。
I was finally blessed with my brother's eye view (He is a whopping 6ft 2 or 3).
The lesson I learned here, however, is that, you can't have it all. There I was, towering above all others, just to be granted this scene -- head of hair after head of hair, of the nastiest dandruff and grease that everyone's mother should never allow.
Oh well. At least it was short-lived.