Saturday, 28 February 2009

A Promise Is A Promise

I promised Gemma I would mention her in my blog, and a promise is a promise, so heres a few limericks about her
(I apoligise for the lack of imagination, I didn't have much time to prepare.)

There once was a girl called Gems
Who lived slightly south of the Thames.
When offered a biscuit
She said "I won't risk it,
I think I'll just eat M&Ms."

There once was a girl called Gemma
Who had an embarrassing dilemma
When talking to males
She nibbled her nails
But no one had courage to tell her.

A girl called Gems took a pill
Which made her exceedingly ill
She fainted in class
Hit her head on the glass
And started the school fire drill.

Happy Gems? Sorry they're not great, but I didn't have a clue what to write.

Friday, 27 February 2009

Nothing Is Insignificant

Why are people so prejudice to short people? Even if they say they aren't, the way they act says otherwise.

I'm not tall, or even average, I'm about 5 foot, and I'm happy to be. To be honest I could live my life quite happily without caring that I'm smaller than everyone else, if it wasn't for other people always commenting and taking the mick. Trust me, it gets old fast. You don't choose your height, it's born with you, it's in your genes, just like race, or sex.

The hard thing is that people don't realise just how different it is being short. You're forever being left out of conversations, as people tend to talk to the eyes that they can see. People who know me will now understand why I don't stop talking or giving them a nudge every now and then, it's just my way of staying in the conversation.

In a crowd most people will be able to see through the heads of others, and see either another person, or just the focus of the crowd. But for me, a crowd is like a box. It's cramped, the walls are way above my head, and I can't find an exit. No matter how hard I try my head is never going to reach the free air above me. The worst thing is people thinking they're being kind by offering to give you a piggy back. It's not kind, it's demeaning. It puts all the focus on you, even from complete strangers, and it makes you feel different, separated, as if you don't belong.

Many people will try to see the up sides to being short. Well for one, it's a lot less of a ways to fall, and you never have to pay attention to mind your head signs. In fact I see them as a challenge. You see a different perspective on life. Everything around you seems just that little bit bigger, and every mountain is that little bit taller. But it also allows you to see the things that others don't. While everyone's looking at the sky, I'm looking at the ground, the smaller things in life. I appreciate everything because to me nothing is insignificant. My life has taught me that nothing is too small, and that everything matters.

Sunday, 22 February 2009

I Am The Girl In The Crowd

I woke up this morning, and something felt different.

I couldn't quite explain it, I just felt good, about myself, my life and who I was. I looked in the mirror, and I didn't shy away. I've been in Austria for a week skiing and I made friends with people I thought I'd never even talk to.

I've said before that I hate change, as it never seems to be on my side, but at the moment my life is on the up, I wake up with a smile on my face and it won't shift. It's as if I've finally found comfort in who I am. I don't have to be a lie anymore. I'm happy to be the girl in the crowd, not the one on center stage.

I can't pin point the reason for the changes in my view on life, but I hope they stay, because at the moment, I don't want to be anyone but myself.

Tuesday, 10 February 2009

One Short Moment

Today I learnt something. Maybe to most people it would seem insignificant, but to me it changed the way I viewed the world. In someone's life, there are the people who like them and the people who don't. Or at least that's what most people believe.
 But today I realised that there are no lists, no separations on who likes who. Recently, the people that I always thought despised me, are the people who are making an effort to talk to me, and the people I'd always held close are the ones that are drifting away.
Change has always been something I struggle with. I always seem to get comfy just as someone comes along and pulls the chair from beneath me. To everyone, I am the one with no problems. The one who stays calm despite the situation and the one who can never fall apart. Let's just say a turtle can't survive without it's shell.
I know my life can never stay the same, I know I can't pause my life in that summer years ago when I was a care free child, sitting by the lake, staring at the moon. 
But for once, even for just a short while, 

I'd like time to stand still. 

Just for one short moment.