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The problem is people like the OP who just take it as a universal law that short men are are aware that they are inferior.
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The thing is, I at any rate don’t FEEL inferior. I go about my day, managing my kids and my household, being who I am. I’m normal, I’m happy, things are fine.
Then I see somebody my height (rarely, but it happens). And my first thought is “Geez, she’s short. What’s the matter with her?” And I catch myself. Or I’ll see myself in a mirror next to my husband and for a moment, see myself the way I imagine other people see me, and recoil. Or some “kindly” old lady in a store will start exclaiming over how short I am, and how cute. Ever want to deck an old lady?
Yet I never think of my family’s genes as being anything other than what they are: a combination that has produced exactly what was selected for: shortness. And when we’re together, including my grandparents on either side, and my father’s sister…we all look normal and we all fit.
What I hate most is that when I sit in any typical chair - rocker, recliner, folding, kitchen, you name it - my legs dangle. My back doesn’t reach the backrest. College classes were the worst. I’d like to see some of these taller folks sit in a chair with their legs dangling and no back support for an hour without fidgeting, and tell me how THEY like it.
Breasts? God. They’re the last thing I usually think about. And the implication is “small is bad”. Isn’t that kind of attitude what leads women to feel they have to have a surgeon stick a pair of plastic bags full of saltwater under their skin, so they can be “good enough?” Y’know what? I fed 4 babies the absolutely best food I could provide, frequently at great personal expense in the form of sleeplessness, time, sometimes pain, and in the case of the one kid who never took a bottle or the breast, sitting with a breastpump for hours a day for 22 months, helping that kid go from 3.5 lb immunosuppressed, orally aversive preemie with a heart defect, to a rambunctious healthy toddler. My breasts and I did that. I should have gotten a gold star. Or two - one for each breast.
No, sir, Mr. OP. I feel no need to compensate for them. Now do tell: what real good has your height ever done for you or anyone else?