Looking Back
When I was little, I often felt very embarrassed about being the shortest in class. I would dread to stand in the first row and the ridicule of insensitive friends didn’t make me feel any better.
I believe some of us went through this stage in our lives at some point. We had little confidence in ourselves and sometimes we wished that the earth would open up and swallow us up during those embarrassing moments. Should medical science be more advanced then, maybe I would buy human growth hormone so that I could be taller. I knew of a male classmate who went for some operation to extend his height but it was a painful process.
As I looked back now, my small stature didn’t bother me anymore. I would probably felt better if my family was more encouraging but I supposed not everyone was that sensitive to my feelings. Now that I’m a mom, I would make sure my son doesn’t go through what I went through in my childhood. I must assure him that stature is not the most important thing in this world.
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