I think I look like I need some help. Everyone seems to assume that size is indicative of a particular kind of uselessness - much like my common sense has been stunted parallel to my growth.

I wonder if looking sixteen is something that will hinder my ability to impress at interview level? Indeed, its already prevented me from working on the fish counter at Waitrose, where apparently there is a cut off at 5ft3. Any smaller and you can't be trusted to handle the dangerous red snappers and freakishly fresh tuna, what if one slips out of your miniature hands and flips and flops amok over the supermarket.. whilst you desperately run your little heart out on your tiny little legs and make nil progress? That's what they told me when I inquired as to why my height was a particular hindrance to such a job.

People laugh at me when I wear backpacks. Be it a handy sized book backpack or a travelling for six months trekking backpack, apparently I look a fool. They should warn small people about buying backpacks. You may feel its practical and sensible, the qualities my mother taught me to look for in these kinds of purchases, but like anything practical and sensible, you will be bullied for it. Next time I travel I will just bring a big friend. Who carries my stuff. Like a helpful, lovable oaf.

People always make jokes. And it never, never gets old. Apparently it is hilarious when you don't grow past 5ft1. Stop laughing at me. I will get angry. And I will start dictating. Dictating away like crazy. That's how it starts, that's where fascism begins. It begins at home, with laughing at small people. Who have control issues.