I think I realized I was a small girl on class picture day in the 4th grade, when I was stuck on the end of the first row for the fourth year in a row. The tall people were in the back, the short people were in the front, and from there, the shortest of the short were on the ends. I was on the left end.
Since then, I've always been the smallest girl in class. In junior high and high school, every time we had to squeeze a bunch of people in the car, someone would say:
I would also get,
"What are you, size zero?"
Actually, I am size 1-4 (14 in girls), depending on where I get clothes, which is always a pain. I know I'll never be able to find clothes in fashion magazines in my size. I fit into pants from the Limited Too, not Banana Republic or Calvin Klein. I've always looked really young for my age, so I also have to think twice about dressing fun and girly, because then I look like I'm 12 when I'm actually 23.
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