I don't realize very often how small I am. It doesn't come up. Unless I stand up at the same time as someone else. Then I think, "Whoa, that person is tall."
My husband bought me mace the other day. I scoffed at it. He looked at me and said, "Elise, I know you don't think so, but you are tiny and you should have this.
I keep it in the car. I don't know where it is right now.
Sometimes someone will put their hand next to mine. It is shocking to see the size difference. My hands look like a child's.
I have to ask for help getting things off the top shelf at the grocery store. I have to ride kids' bikes because adult ones are too big. I pull the seat in my car all the way up.
I'm small.
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but do you know why we're awesome........? Because we're little :)
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