Recently it came to my attention that I’m not a giant. I know, this should’ve come to me when I was in 5th grade and reached my full adult height. Or maybe when I couldn’t reach the second shelf in my kitchen without a step ladder. Or how I sometimes shop in the children’s department because it’s the same clothes for cheaper. I should have clued in when I turned 18 and my boyfriend still called me “fun sized.” I hear that 5 feet 2 inches is “short”, though I disagree.