My hands are so small that I can't keep bangles on my wrists. Someone should make child-size bangles. It's not so much the size of my wrists, as it is my hands. They just aren't wide enough to keep those darling, diverse, wonderful staple of a wardrobe item on my arm. They literally slide right off.
I have to sit so close to the steering wheel when I drive in order to reach the pedals, that the steering wheel rubs up against my belly when I make turns. Something akin to rope burn.
We have at least three step stools in our house. Kitchen, my closet, and a free floater for every other room.
Vic bought me a collapsable and more portable stool to take to places such as the movie theatre (would it be appropriate to take to the temple?), concerts, etc. I sometimes stack hymn books under my feet at church.
Even sitting on an airplane, my feet dangle in the air and my back can never get a rest!
Reaching to the backseat of the car to help Peter with something is sheer torture. I just can't reach. He's gotten pretty good at catching things and I don't think I've ever hit him in the face while throwing back a sippy or snack. Knock on wood. (Not to mention it just isn't safe and I shouldn't be doing it anyway, unless I have pulled to the side of the road).
In all seriousness, I asked the Motherhood Maternity store if they had a "kids section". Everything is too long. It took me a moment to realize what I had said. The look on the clerk's face was priceless.
I can't reach my babies/children when they are in their cribs. I should have Vic take a photo of me from behind while trying to reach down and pick up this new little girl (once she arrives)--I am more or less upside down with my feet dangling in the air.
Do I burn more calories when I run because of how many more steps/rotations I have to make in order to go the same distance as a taller person?
Most people who read my blog and meet me in real life comment on my size.
All 7 of the Beehive girls (ages 12-14) whom I teach at church are taller than me and wear a bigger sized shoe.
Peter is over half my height.
I once searched the entire outlet mall in Park City for a white button up shirt and a pair of heels and couldn't find anything in my size. THE WHOLE MALL! One employee suggested GAP Kids but they weren't carrying white button-ups at the time.
80% of my clothes are hand-me-downs or garage sales. No joke. The accidental shrinkage factor that happens when clothes are dried has proven to be a great blessing in my life. "This shrunk and no longer fits me, I thought it would be perfect for you..." I LOVE and LIVE for hand-me-downs. (And stores with petite sections).
My just-turned 8 yr. old niece loves to wear my shoes when we're together. She inherited a pair from me. (That I inherited from my sister. Again--hand-me-downs).
This makes me wonder two things: Will I be this small again after little girl is born? And how old will Peter be when he surpasses me in size? Seven years old?
While being "small" is nice in so many ways, people don't realize how frustrating it can be when it comes to clothing, doing everyday chores, and random other things. Maybe that's why I love my super tall friends--we can relate on opposite ends of the spectrum. And for some reason, women in Park City are super tall.
What challenges do you face being the size that you are? It is strange for me to even call myself "small" (especially while pregnant...when I'm clearly NOT), because of my past history with eating disorders--which I want to blog more about soon.