People around me keep saying things about short people, its making me feel horrible
I’m 5’4”, at my work place most people are around 5’10” (I think? They are a couple inches taller than me.). Most of them are women, and they keep talking about short men. Every time I see them I have heard at least one comment.
They complain about how all short men are weak and unable to lift them up or how annoying/dissatisfying they are, how they “flock” to them.
They made some bracket of predicted strength between the members of staff and they put me below all women, or really everyone except one guy with a history of illness. Like me. So that made me really uncomfortable. I have been on t and work out, but ive been pretty frustrated with my “gains” because I had an extremely severe eating problem after taking a medication making it hard to gain muscle. I was feeling really proud of my new benchmarks. So it was honestly horrible to hear a group consensus on how I look weak and small, and to what degree. Im 22, why am I experiencing something from elementary school. They were discussing details about three feet away from me.
At one point the girls were discussing dating with me there for some reason, and talked about how they wouldn’t date someone below 5 9” and they would call people who were 5 7” or 5’ 8” “tiny”.
They also constantly bring up that they are tall, and they don’t seem to notice that they do this.
All the cis dudes here are taller than me, and all the cis women are taller than me I guess. It took so long for me to even reach a point where I was happy with my gender.
Today I looked in the mirror and I’ve stopped passing to myself again. Im just so small compared to the people saying these things. It’s so embarrassing but I just cried silently in the dark. It grosses me out to see myself. So much effort and pain and rejection, from my family from my religion, hormones, social ostracism, for what? Being “true” to myself seems to only cost me my humanity and the ability to be loved or pursue love. It feels like the people i approach infantilize me. I will always be “small” “cute” and “weak”. When will I be free from feeling unfit in my body? Death?