I whined up-thread about being small, but this reminded me of one of the benefits: I look better without clothes than I do with!
Unfortunately, I do remain dressed most of the time. 
Madam, you may have my assurances that as soon as I have completed my time machine (I’m just awaiting a bit of financial “assistance” from the government), I shall personally go back and kick the living shit out of your tormentors (except your mom, of course).
Kids have no idea just how much their caustic comments can hurt.
Cite?
For every Napoleon complex, there is a big dumb palooka.
W~ (at the national average: 5’10”)
Aw! Aren’t all these little fellas cute, getting all riled up and defensive about their nonexistent insecurity?
I sure envy you little guys who are able to save $ buying your clothes in the boys’ department!
(I kid! I kid!)
Now let’s get back to the subject at hand - breasts! Count me in a a big guy who prefers boobies on the small side.
If I were interested in those women, this might have bothered me.
Competitor in what?
Aww…that’s sweet!
I solemnly swear. Will that do?
Why for the prey you are running down of course. You know the big guy is going to get the bigger chunk of gazelle of course? :rolleyes:
Jim
Not if I kick his shins & can run real fast. Take that, bastards.
That would work, I always imagined waiting until they were feeding and hitting them over the head with a large Stick with a Rock tied into the end. But I probably have “short-guy syndrome”. 
Jim
Not only do I have large breasts (34DD) which have limited my sports involvement like you, but I have the larger upper arm syndrome going on as well (apparently my boobs felt pretty early on that they needed a hefty “support system”). I’m not a large woman anymore, having lost 50+ pounds in the last year or so, but neither the breasts nor the upper arms will shrink appropriately with the rest of me, so that means my somewhat svelte self (size 8-10 now) STILL cannot wear strapless, sleeveless stuff. Camisoles–forget it, unless they have a built-in bra. I’d give a lot to be a B-cup with tanned, toned, sexy arms in a summer halter dress…I could run, I could dance, I could shimmy and shake without inhibition. I’d love to NOT have to wear a bra!
I’m 5’ 3" and find 5’6" to 5’9" guys to be just about perfect…standing on tiptoes to kiss a guy just a touch taller than I am is cute and romantic, but having to procure a step ladder to kiss that “tall” guy just isn’t any fun at all. Add me to the large list of ladies who favors 'em just a little taller than me!
What if I stop drinking milk and promise not to take my vitamins?
I’m considerably under 6 feet tall. How much under? I don’t know. You know why I don’t know? It’s out of my control and I don’t care.
Macho displays? I wore a lilac tie to work today. I have a pink prayer scarf that I love to wear.
Aggressive displays? Nope.
Sports car? Not me at all.
Maybe you just don’t know any cool short guys.
Yours or someone else’s?
I was deeply touched by your sorrowful tale, and I stand ready to comfort you and your breastages should you or they ever need to tenderly held, spoken to softly and gently, and soothed with tender carresses.
Never let it be said that I ignored any booblet during a time of need.
I’ll make a note of that, Rysdad!
My thoughts exactly.
As I metioned earlier my fiance is 5 foot 5. I’m shorter then he is. His ex is taller then he is. Height is just an non-issue. Why the hell would he want to go out with someone who thought it was?
And competitor? What are you talking about? I’m not being rude. It just makes no sense.
Another shortie (5’5") chiming in. Being short used to bug the everliving hell out of me when I was a kid. Mostly because it was the first obviously different trait the kids saw about me, and thus was the first one those so inclined latched on to when they decided to tease me mercilessly. The fact that I was meek and an easy target just made it easier and more frequent. I grew up, however – or perhaps, grew older would be more appropriate, since I pretty much stayed the same height. I never felt compelled (nor did it ever cross my mind) to try and compensate in anyway – though I was quite a little shit in my youth, which may have partly been a byproduct of it. All the same, whether by emotional callousing, wisdom and maturity, or bits of both, I eventually came to simply accept it. It’s who I am, I couldn’t do a damn thing about it, and fussing over it accomplished exactly nothing. Realizing this made me understand that there were much better things to obsess pointlessly over than those aspects of my anatomy that I could do nothing about.
Would I like to be taller? Sure. It’d be nice. By and large women do tend to dismiss short guys out of hand in my own limited experience, and other guys tend either to act smugly superior or condescendingly piteous towards short guys. Professionally I don’t think it’s hampered my career in any significant way – though there’s no way of knowing who didn’t hire me because some taller, more charismatic guy was in the offing. It doesn’t really matter to me one way or the other though. I’m happy where I am right now and really don’t even think much of my height these days. It’s who I am, and if you don’t like it or feel the need to pity me because of it, well … screw you too.
As my father, gonzomax, once said while watching Baywatch: “Son, if you’ve seen two, you’ve seen them all. You want to see them all, just in case.”
A gong banged in the background and I absorbed the wisdom.
I then found my purpose in life.
Barely a B-cup here, and my main complaint is that it’s sometimes difficult to avoid violating the tits/tummy rule (tits should stick out further than tummy). My secondary complaint is people who tell me I’m lucky because they assume that small = perky = no need for a bra.
Never felt the need to somehow “compensate” … what exactly would I be compensating for? I’m always able to find tailored button-down shirts in my size, and they look pretty good on me. I’m not overly feminine (always have a pocketknife and Leatherman on me, minimal to no makeup) but not overly masculine either (longish nicely cut dyed hair, jewelry, cute shoes). Plus, as one of my (female) profs pointed out to me while gluing sensors to my face for an experiment, I have the kind of lips many women pay top dollar for. Boobs ain’t the only things that draw attention.
As for height … while at 5’7" I’m on the high end of average, growing up with a brother who’s a foot taller than I am has altered my perspective a little bit so I feel like I’m short. But I wouldn’t want to be his height – buying clothes and shoes is difficult, and he’s about an inch too tall for many doorways, resulting in the “tall person slouch”. Doesn’t make it any easier for him to pick up chicks, either.