My Mom thinks I spend way too much time worrying about my height. She tells me that being tall doesn’t run in the family, so I just need to focus on all of the other great things I’ve got going for me. She’s probably right, but it doesn’t stop the bullying. I must have had every single size-related nickname in the book thrown at me! And I guess I occasionally wonder if some kind of medical problem is preventing me from growing.
I went online a few weeks ago and ended up chatting with a guy upstate who was about my height. He told me I needed to embrace being little. There are apparently scores of men out there who go for much shorter guys. He told me he’d been to see this really cool doctor, Doctor Wolf, who’d entirely revolutionized the way he felt about his size. He said I should maybe think about going to see him…
I was so nervous as I walked into Dr. Wolf’s exam room. I’d managed to convince myself that he was gonna tell me I was ill. It didn’t exactly help when I realized Dr. Wolf was a giant! He got out of his chair to greet me and it was like looking at the Chrysler Building! We must have looked so strange standing next to one another. He was more than a foot taller than me!
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