rickysalomano
depressed since birth
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I wish I was 160
, like a normal person, but no, here I am, standing at 146 cm, a living, breathing anomaly. People stare, they point, they whisper things like, "Is that a human garden gnome?" and I pretend not to hear. My whole life is a struggle—doorknobs, shelves, ceiling fans. Don't even get me started on public transportation. The other day, I tried to sit on a chair at the coffee shop and my feet just dangled there, swinging like I was on some sort of amusement ride. People probably think I'm living my best "small person" life, like it's all rainbows and easy access to under-bed storage, but no. The world isn't built for someone of my stature. When I stand next to children, I feel a strange sense of belonging, but then the harsh reality sets in—they're still growing. And me? I'm stuck here. Forever 146.
, like a normal person, but no, here I am, standing at 146 cm, a living, breathing anomaly. People stare, they point, they whisper things like, "Is that a human garden gnome?" and I pretend not to hear. My whole life is a struggle—doorknobs, shelves, ceiling fans. Don't even get me started on public transportation. The other day, I tried to sit on a chair at the coffee shop and my feet just dangled there, swinging like I was on some sort of amusement ride. People probably think I'm living my best "small person" life, like it's all rainbows and easy access to under-bed storage, but no. The world isn't built for someone of my stature. When I stand next to children, I feel a strange sense of belonging, but then the harsh reality sets in—they're still growing. And me? I'm stuck here. Forever 146.
