Jan 25, 2006 10:44
Yesterday was rubbish, but with one unexpected upside.
I have been short all my life. In fact, in my upper sixth of a 150 or so people, I was the second shortest rather than the shortest only because I wore three inch stilettos heels when we lined up in height order. I was almost too short to drive the driving instructors car, for goodness sake. I've always thought I was tiny.
I've been telling people I am 5'1" since I was fourteen - sometimes I say I'm 5'1" and a half, but for official purposes, 5'1". To my knowledge, I haven't grown since then - I still wear jeans I brought when I was fifteen (six years ago, which is so very terrifying when I think about it), and they are still as long on me as they ever were. Anyway, one of my housemates wants to go go-carting on his birthday, but apparently you must be 5'2" to do such things. We wondered if I was wearing trainers and stood up really straight and tall I'd be 5'2".
So we measured me, and it turns out somewhere along the road I became 5'4" (in bare feet!), which is near as dammit average height for a woman! Seriously! When did this happen, and how did I fail to notice? Or was I never actually as short as I thought I was?
It made me happy anyway.