I’m 5’7″, and my wife is 4’11”. Even for me, I have to bend down to kiss her—so imagine how awkward it must be for those giants out there.
I remember an ex-girlfriend once told me, “You’re short, dude. I never really date shorter guys, but you’re an exception.”
She said this while I was literally looking down at her, even with her platform shoes on. The irony was hilarious, but her words stuck. That was years ago, and comments like that still bother me sometimes. It’s weird how society has this thing where women almost exclusively want to date taller men—like height is some kind of dealbreaker. And even when you’re taller than them, it feels like you’re still being sized up to some invisible standard.
I’m working on accepting myself and trying not to let stuff like that get to me, but I’d be lying if I said it doesn’t stay with me. It’s not something I think about every day, but those kinds of comments have a way of sticking in your mind long after they’re said.

Just a life long New Yorker sharing the journey through my lens. Please take note of a post’s date. The views I express here are subject to change and evolving as I grow and learn.
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