When I was in middle school, I felt pretty insecure about my modest height. There was a time when most of the people around me started to gain height in a short amount of time. Many people felt sorry for me and tried to cheer me up by saying that I will soon grow too, which made me look at shortness as something negative. When my school nurse told me that I had stopped growing, I was of course disappointed.
Before I started high school, I found new role models who gave me more confidence and made me stop thinking about my height and move my focus to other important things in life. But shortly after that, one of my classmates started to complain loudly over her height, about how SHORT she was and how UGLY being short in general is. She turned to me afterwards and started to ask ME how tall I was (I was in fact at least 4 inches shorter than her and she was taller than most of the girls at our school).
During that moment, I first felt hit and hurt (that girl had just expressed her resentment towards shortness and now she was asking me about my height), but after a second (that must have felt like an eternity), I started to realise that there is no reason for me to be ashamed of my own height, body or looks.
Instead of confronting her, I simply answered that I didn’t know. It was better not to argue about such a sensitive topic that was simply based on her own insecurities, whose attention had been moved to me. After that, I started to love my body for real.
Unfortunately, there will be mean people (or just people) walking around commenting other people’s looks and bodies. Some might, or will, try to push you down, no matter how perfect you are, but that’s their own problem, not yours.
I’m not writing this to attack anybody or declare my love for myself, but rather to say that we are all perfect. I really mean it. I see many people every day, and the only thing I know about them is that they look stunning and beautiful.
In the end, it’s our own bodies that’s going to carry us and be with us our entire lives, and if we don’t love and nurture ourselves, how are we going to live and be happy?