When I was 16 years old I was insecure about being 160 cm. Did some leg stretching exercises and ate carrots all day to become taller 𤣠Cause out of my 13 cousins I was the shortest and I was the 4th oldest one and still the shortest. Everybody else was towering over me.
Plus, I really disliked being called cute and thatâs what they always told me, regardless of my confident look and âdonât mess with me attitudeâ. Plus I was the youngest one in the class and happened to have the smallest hands and it was my classmate boys favorite activity to come and measure their hands to mine and say how adorable my hands were. I felt like I wanted to be girly and yet, they thought of me to be cute.
Time by time I realized that it wasnât a disadvantage at all and now I feel perfectly happy with my hands, height or feet. As long as theyâre all symmetrical with my body.
But now that I live in China, I feel like I fit in, in my 26 years of existence Itâs the first time I met an adult woman with the same sized hands as mine and I feel like I fit in here haha
But I no longer worry about it.
Have you been very insecure about something in the past and no longer care about it today?
