The Incredible Shrinking Woman

I'm a bit like a weed...I know...what a way to start out a sentence, eh? But it's true. I grow with sunlight and under abnormal circumstances. For instance, I was always very short until the summer between my junior high and high school career. I shot up like a weed. It was RIDICULOUS! All of the boys were taller than me, and I constantly got those stupid jokes about, "How's the weather up there?” Seriously, who, other than short people, think that's even remotely funny? In high school, I was even called the "Jolly White Giant" (this was a two-pronged dig. 1) because my skin is whiter than snow...practically an albino and 2) because I was so tall).

Well, to be honest I never really wanted to be tall. People would always tell me that tall was beautiful, and that that's what set me apart from the other girls, or just wait...you will LOVE being tall.

But, I didn't want to be tall. I wanted to be 5'6 like all the other girls. The perfect height. You didn't have to shop for tall clothes - all the cute clothes are in the petite section anyway (being that I was between 5'10" and 5'11" I required tall clothes); the boys were always taller than you; and no one said stupid jokes about your height or said "Boy, "you're big" (and people wonder why I have a weight complex...hmm...I wonder).

Well, the strangest thing is happening. I'm actually shrinking...and not in the good way. *For those of you wondering, the good way would be width wise, whereas I am shrinking height wise*.

Well, I was standing in the shower with Dave a few months back (I know...too much information), and I actually looked up at him. I mean, I HAD to look up at him; I wasn't staring him in the eyes or the forehead, but actually had to turn my chin upwards. For those of you who know Dave he is my height (sort of - he slouches so he looks shorter). I thought it was strange, and even made the comment that I thought I was shrinking. Then later on that week (or month - who knows) some of the guys on my team at work started making fun of me (what's new). :) Somehow we got on a discussion of height, and I stated that I was 5'10 or 5'11, and they laughed. They even started looking for a tape measure. I stood next to my lead, who is about 5'8 or 5'9 and even HE looked taller than me (Sorry, Josh...I'm just making an observation...not a judgment). It's the craziest thing. I've heard that people shrink as they get older, but seriously...I'm ONLY 30, am I really supposed to shrink 2 inches or more? That's a little sudden. Maybe I should have bought into the whole "Got Milk" campaign ad or something. Not sure. All I know is that my pants drag on the ground now (very interesting sensation...never had that before), and I actually had the thought that I might need to either wear taller shoes or get my pants tailored. (See pictures above. Notice that I even ROLLED the pants).

To be honest I am not sure how I feel about getting shorter. I had come to peace with the fact that I'm tall, and now I think I'm having a bit of an identity crisis. I guess the saying is correct...you should be careful what you wish for because your wishes might just come true.