Officially I am now 5' 7" tall....that's an inch and a half shorter than I've been for 80% of my 77 years. That's the extra inch and a half I didn't want in 1st grade, the inch and a half taller I was than all my girl friends...and a lot of the boys....growing up. That's the inch and a half that made a big difference when it came to buying clothes in the years before the clothing manufacturers realized everyone wasn't 5'2", and why I made my own clothes for many years. That's the inch and a a half that made me stand out like a sore thumb in all my school class photos, grades 1-6....well, that and the ridiculous hair-dos I seemed to end up with on picture day.
That's also the inch and a half shorter I wanted to be when I met the guy who would be my husband. I wanted to look up when we kissed, like they did in the movies, not stand nose to nose with him. That's the reason I grabbed every opportunity to stand one step lower on the doorstep when he brought me home from a date. It's probably one of the reasons I didn't date the boys I grew up with. What teenage boy wants to date a tall, skinny redhead with no boobs? (I'll refrain from making all the comments that come to mind with that statement).
But the real bummer was losing over 60 pounds in the last 9 months, thinking I'm looking a lot skinnier only to be smacked down an inch and a half and there went my "skinny". My brain is processing it like I put 20 of those pounds back on, even if my heart...and my clothes....knows it isn't so. And I think if we're going to shrink with age it should be proportionate across the body....my size 11 feet weren't proportionate when I was 5' 8.5", now they look like 13's.