Tall is a relative thing. Some days I feel about as tall as Tyrion from Game of Thrones, though not nearly as powerful. Other days, I feel like a massive Goliath towering over people. Objectively, at 5’6″ I’m neither. But on days like this where a dress barely covers my rear end and I really consider it a shirt, I definitely feel a bit like an overgrown child’s toy.
Yes, a child’s toy. It’s appropriate considering my limbs are routinely utilized as a jungle gym, a restraint, and a healer of booboos for one spunky toddler. Oh and in case you didn’t know, velvet is apparently a perfect surface to rub a runny nose on. We’re oh so classy over here.