Today I want to tell everyone my story. It's not a fascinating one but I hope you all give it a read. 

One day my bua said to me-" When you were young you were a normal baby but then I don't understand what happened to you. I feel bad looking at you." She said this because I am short heighted. So by normal baby she meant she would have never thought that I will stop growing after 4'11. But if I tell you my bua's height then she is just 5'2". 

At times I wonder how blessed are tall people. Their lives must be different and peaceful. Because my life is hell. Family gatherings are the worst. I have heard my cousins calling me names just because I am short. I have seen people sitting in groups pointing at me and laughing. People have laughed on my face only by the idea that I can also have a boyfriend. I sit in my room all day because going out means another 2-3 weeks of serious depression. I console myself, I hug my own self and remind to myself that I am not the only short person in the world. And being short doesn't mean I am not beautiful or it doesn't make me any less from others. It's just how my body is. People have different kinds of bodies and each kind is beautiful.  But then why so much of mocking? 

 Me being short doesn't give anybody the right to mock me. Why can't we love every body type equally? Nobody is perfect. And why a mere height is such a big problem? That too of others! Survival is so difficult sometimes. People can stoop down to any level to make someone feel bad. Everything you do people will find some or the other problem with it. But pointing out to someone's physical features makes you the worst. People should start looking at themselves first. Even I know how to body shame. It's just that I am aware of what should be said to someone and what should not. Being educated is nothing if one doesn't know how to treat the other person. A times I think people laugh at me as a projection of their own insecurity. No matter how short I am. I am beautiful. Period!