Kim in Ms. Saigon
Tony Award Winner
Glinda in Wicked
Tony Award Winner
Aspiring Somebody (hehe!)
What do we have in common?
We are not tall girls.
Of course, I’m the shortest.
In the modeling and beauty pageant industry, 5’6″ is already short. For Caucasian girls, 5’3″ is already short. In the Philippines, 5’3″ is just the average height for girls. But whatever ruler you are going to use, I am short.
When I was in elementary, I used to be one of the tallest girls. I was one of the last person in line during flag ceremony. Probably when I was in Grade V, I stopped growing. And the girls who used to be first in line were moving their way to the end of the line. Time ran too fast that my height was not able to catch up. I knew I was not growing anymore by the number of times I was placed on the front row.
Gee, I’m not even five feet tall! Like other short girls, I battle life with Tinker Bell Syndrome. The Tinker Bell Syndrome describes a woman, despite her petite height, who is able to overcome this disadvantage and still succeed in life ( Chictopia, 2011)
As written in Daily Mail (2010), psychologist David Lewis, director of research at Mindlab International, said that height has just as profound an effect on a woman’s character (Gordon, 2010).
This explains the success of Lady Gaga and Judy Dench who are only 5’1″ tall. Short women find the need to prove themselves in a world where height is might.
It’s quite annoying when people keep saying, “You’re short.” At the back of my head, Why say something that is obvious? Am I blind not to see that your chest is in front of me? Can I not feel the stretch of my neck when I talk to you?
Eventually, my ears have adjusted. They are all part of my daily noise (hehe). It’s part of growing up to accept that I am not growing tall at all. If you haven’t reached your desired height yet or if you haven’t accepted our shared recessive gene, here are some things about your height that you can be proud of.
You will always look young.
I don’t know if this is an advantage but when you reach 40, you’ll be happy with your slow growth or must I say eternal youth.
It is easy for you to hide.
When you meet someone you don’t like in the mall, it is easy to make yourself invisible in the crowd. If by theory of evolution applied, it’s one reason why this recessive gene height was passed through many generations. It is a means of survival, a protection against enemy.
You can always find an escort.
I cannot imagine myself being as tall as Georgina Wilson, Solenn Heussaff and other top models. If I am a six-footer woman living in the Philippines, it will be so difficult to find someone who will visually match me in a party. I have to visit a basketball court or a runway in a fashion show to find ‘the one.’
You are always on the front row.
If you are part of choir performance and theater plays, you are always in front regardless of your talent and your role in the presentation. You are a star!
You are environment-friendly
You are low maintenance. Your height tells other people that you do not consume a lot of thread, cloth, pins. The length of your body also shows you do not scrub as much as tall girls do. Hence, you save soap and water. You stockings are shorter than those who have long legs. You are harmless to the booming human population when it comes to supplies of commodities. When you ride a jeepney, you can squeeze in and share some space for another passenger.
Your are cute.
The word “cute” has a vague definition. When you’re chubby, you’re cute. When you’re small, you’re cute. When you’re charming, you’re cute. Someone told me cute means ugly but interesting. But in my life, it’s a polite way of saying: “You are short, dear.”
It is easy to shop a new outfit.
It does not mean you’re short, you’re slim. But when you’re short, you have short shoulder length. And this determines the size of your outfit. In Philippine setting, it is easy to pick a shirt that will fit a short girl. If you can’t find clothes in the adult section, you can go to teens wear.
You can carry yourself.
Yes, you can carry yourself literally and figuratively speaking.
It was not really a light; it made this light by flashing about so quickly, but when it came to rest for a second you saw it was a fairy, no longer than your hand, but still glowing. It was a girl called Tinker Bell, exquisitely gowned in a skeleton leaf…
J M Barrie, Peter Pan
If this does not comfort you, look at my favorite stars.
For your reference