~ THE LONG AND SHORT OF IT ~
Fashion is modelled on the runway by 5’11 Glamazons with legs-for-days, and then splashed across social media and the urban streets by beautiful women who are (usually) 5’4″ or taller – the average height of an Australian woman being 5″4. I am five foot small – that’s a whole four inches below average height, a third of a standard ruler!
Being small kind-of sucks. It doesn’t help that all my closest friends are well above average height, ranging from 5’6″ to 5’10”.
[Images included for scale. Please note that I am wearing 3.5″ inch heels in first photo]
I know there are worse things in life than being miniature, but it still provides plenty of shortcomings, including (but not limited to):
~ Not being able to reach stuff at the supermarket and, worse, having to hand over your dignity to a stranger in exchange for that jar of delicious Polski Ogorski gherkins they can so easily pluck from the top shelf;
~ A lack of visibility at concerts. I love knowing someone’s back-side in great detail – every crease, every speck of fluff and dandruff – while my favourite band is playing my favourite song;
~ Managing to somehow always maintain armpit height on public transport. I also find I get ‘sighed’ on a lot. This is basically just a warm, humid, gust of human breath all over your face (is looking down when you sigh a thing?). Possibly even worse than armpit/sigh height, sometimes I even manage to stand at elbow height which, although less stinky, is much more dangerous;
~ In a full car, I always get allocated the middle seat – nobody wants this seat!
~ I can’t count the amount of times I’ve been overlooked – literally. People have walked into me because I wasn’t in their line of vision, friends have found it difficult to locate me in a crowd, and bartenders have, on many occasions, served their taller clientele before me;
~ Being patronised simply because you are similar in size to that of a child. The adjective “cute” is pretty pedestrian, if you ask me;
~ Giving up my teenage dream of becoming a Air Hostess due to not meeting the height regulations. This still upsets me when I think about all the discounted flights on which I missed out;
~ And, most importantly, not being able to fit properly into beautiful garments.
I know there are other women of a smaller stature out there because, somewhat annoyingly, the smallest size always seems to sell out first. I also know there are already plenty of smarter, wittier, and more creative fashion journals out there. But this made me think – maybe I should look at things from a slightly different angle? How about from lower down? I decided to direct my focus on an area where I have fallen short: my height.
I wanted to represent a category of women not really depicted on the runway and other fashion forums. I wanted to take something I deemed to be a negative trait (in myself) and transform it into something positive: to show how you can make the most of what you have or, in my case, what I don’t have.
This doesn’t mean people of all sizes cannot enjoy my content, it simply means that my fellow short-arses get a front row seat.