While shopping with my dad I saw a Snoopy T-shirt. My dad picked up the biggest one which was in the age range of thirteen to fourteen years. It's a little bit on the long side on me and I'll have to grow into it... So yeah, that's an eye opener. I'm a midget. They say I'll 'grow' into it... But I haven't grown in a long time. I'm five foot one! I'm the smallest person in my home, the smallest girl in my college and people often mistake me for a twelve year old. I've heard it all. Words ranging from 'cute' to 'child'. But I am not a child. I'm going to be eighteen next year in June. This year I'm going to be seventeen.

Enough of the down side to being small. I've always found being small and looking so childlike to have many advantages... But I discovered one of those when I used to go to high school. Although that advantage made all of the boys in my year call me a phsycopath. Which I am not. I show my feelings. Just not all of the time... Basically, what happened was, I was sat next to a boy in my English class who kept on poking me in the back. At first I ignored him, but then it irritated me too much. So, when he put his hand on the table I sank my finger nails into the back of his hand. The teacher allowed me to do it because she also disliked him. So that was the first advantage. I could get away with pretty much anything when I was in school. Now that I am in college I have more advantages. Such as my friends swear down to protect me because they worry that I may be helpless. If I ask anyone of them will happily plait my hair and they always off to help me with things.

So, I am small... And... I wouldn't want to be any different! I like my tiny size!