(or rather, shout at you, but won’t because we’re too awesome and besides it would look kind of silly to shout into someone’s face if it’s a foot higher up than ours)
1. We don’t think of ourselves as short. When we’re at home, in fact, with no one to compare ourselves to, we actually feel pretty dang tall. And in our minds—there’s just no question about it, we’re 6’8’”, at the minimum. Ready to conquer all. Until we have to interact with a 6-footer and get cricks in our necks for the rest of the day.
2. If you want to know my height, ask me how tall I am. Yeah, I guarantee you I have my height memorized and check it faithfully every morning in the hopes of seeing improvements. And you wouldn’t believe how many people ask how short I am instead—um, excuse me??
3. Don’t make jokes about our vertical challenges. Being short in today’s society sucks, all right? Not nearly as much as being some other stuff, but people tend to discount you as “less worthy” or diminutive, or think you’re some sort of joke of a person when they size you up. The highest compliment, appearance-wise, we can get is “adorable” or “cute”. Never mind trying for “pretty” or even “gorgeous”. (Also you can’t date tall boys because they’re out of spontaneous kissing range, but I digress.) Don’t think we aren’t used to it or that we don’t realize it ourselves. You’re touching a nerve and playing on our insecurities when you mention it, so let’s just not bring it up at all, all right? We’re awesome enough anyway, there’s plenty of other things about us to talk about.
And stop with the nicknames—no, no Shorty, no Smalls, no Mini or Armrest.
4. When we wear heels, it’s not always a vain attempt to make ourselves more formidable. In my case it may be. But we have as much of a right to high-heeled shoes as any girl, so stop your sniggering.
5. We’re going to live longer than you. There’s this and the fact that our hearts don’t have to work as hard to supply blood to our extremities, so pffllbtth. *raspberries*