It actually got to me...

Since when huh?! >.<

I'm talking about my tallness. It has never been a "problem" or a thing that bothered me, though yesterday - for the first time - I felt so...so bleeh!

My Mom and I were invited to our friends house where a bunch of woman, in-laws and relatives gathered (of that family). Of course I was the tallest there (172-173cm), Mom coming in second place (what! it's a race now? =P) then the other ladies and gals followed. So what happened is, we got there and started saying hello's (kisses on cheeks), bla bla, to everyone. This tallness thing hit hard when I reached one lady. It's either I was too tall or she was too short. She definitely looks larger and weighs more than me yet her height made her, in a way, look small + cute! When I came to say hello to her, I LITERALLY had to bend down at least 50 degrees just to reach her face. I seriously don't remember her being this short when we met in some occasions...was it her heels? Or was this the first time I actually greet her? Naah must be the heels!

That moment, and almost the whole time I was in that house, I just hated being THAT tall. I've always been fond of my height and I'm still thankful for being tall for many reasons, but damn it, it just got to me yesterday...to the point that I wished I was a few centimeters shorter just so that I can at least come close to the average height of all the woman in that house...lol!

Wow...I shouldn't let this get to me! -_______-
*disappointed with myself =P*

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