Short changed.

Fence dogs

Being short rocks! Said no one ever. Well I’m going to change that today.

I was going to write about how hard it is being short and all of the problems us shorties face but I thought I’d go down a different path and help enlighten everyone including myself on why being short can sometimes be awesome.

Now I’ve been short always, it’s not like I was normal height through school and then as a teenager stopped growing, short is who I am. I’m defined by it and I’m going to finally own it!

That doesn’t mean I’m going to stop describing myself as fun-size, because clearly I am and I’m not going to stop getting excited when I meet a fellow shorty and compare how tall I am to them.

While I was sitting here thinking about what to write with my legs dangling off the chair and my toes outstretched to reach the footrest under my desk I started thinking about all of the things I get to do being short, like not smacking my head into anything walking through doors or under trees.

Being able to buy the kids version of something, for example I bought a brand new pair of Dr Martens boots that are youth sized and paid half of what an adult pair cost, I should have got 2 pairs. Didn’t. Next time.

As a kid and probably still could find the best hiding places for hide and seek but adults don’t play hide and seek anymore. But they do play limbo, usually at parties and fairly drunk – I’m great at all of those things!

I could push my way to the front of things like concerts and people wouldn’t notice me shoving them until I had moved away and then didn’t care because they could see over me anyway. Winning!

Having a bath as an adult, a comfortable bath with my legs stretched out sitting there enjoying a block of chocolate and a glass of something bubbly. Best feeling ever after a long week. And enjoying a full shower from the tiny water-friendly shower head instead of dancing around to try and get my whole body wet like my husband does.

Having plenty of room on the bed, any bed, single, queen or king-sized – all are ample. But the bigger the better as they say. Also on that note, being able to sleep anywhere. Traveling is spacious, always plenty of leg room be it a plane, train or automobile. I can even cross my legs and meditate if I felt the need, although these days my hip restrictions don’t allow it, how I miss crossing my legs. Another of the things you take for granted until you can’t do it anymore.

Fists of fury! The power of a swinging fist. I have gone through many a club or bar happily swinging my arms and leaving a trail of fallen men behind me. I have also tripped people up by standing next to them, I call it leveling the playing field.

Killer calves. I’ve always had well defined calves, not many other muscles however. This is due to being up on my toes forever reaching for things, having to walk faster when with taller folk and wearing heels more often than not in my younger days. Now they have been banished to the back of the wardrobe because of my ankle instability and needing more supportive footwear like the Dr Martens previously mentioned. On a side note, heels were a fantastic way to build up my leg muscles, especially my glutes after having my hip replaced. Zumba in a pair of heels, now that would be a workout!

OK so the list of positives is short! But so am I, and I didn’t want to dwell on the negatives of my height, that’s for another blog. Being short isn’t easy, I’m sure being tall has its challenges also. It’s very much a part of my personality and has a lot to do with my attitude to life, the get on with it mentality and feisty nature that I have. As much as I really hate the everyday struggle of not being able to do some things I also love that it makes me stand out and not be one of crowd, if you can see me that is.

On that note I’m going to go and blend into the crowd, and disappear until next time.

Have a good one!

K xo

Write a blog they said, it will be fun!

Bones, bones, bones. Mine hate me, or at least that’s how it feels most days.

I’m a chicky babe in my 30’s and have been living with osteoarthritis (OA) since I was about 13. It mostly affects the lower part of my body but I am noticing its travels north.

I’ve had many surgeries to try to improve my OA over the years and I no doubt am due for more before I change state of matter.

This blog is about my journey through the depths of osteoarthritis and what growing up has been like as well as everyday struggles and joys. It’s also going to be about me and the perspective I have of the world at 132cm (4ft 3in), which let me tell you and I will, brings its own set of struggles and joys. On the flip side I married tall, my awesome, understanding and tolerant husband allows me a different perspective on life and helps me through life as I do for him. By the way he’s 180cm (6ft) so you can imagine the level of chiropractic adjustment required on our necks regularly.


I’m a Mum to 2 woofs and a meow who bring me great happi-mess. No, they really do give me so much enjoyment and help me to not dwell on my aches and pains even if they’ve caused them.

I’ve always wanted to share my story and experiences as well as gain more knowledge from others on how to get through life while still enjoying the ride. I hope this will give me that as well as give you something to take away and ponder. I’m not medically qualified or certified and my opinion is just that, my opinion and experience only. Whilst I do have a degree in Science (and was a vampire, AKA blood collector in a previous life) and may rattle off a technical term here or there, if you’re not sure of something I’ve mentioned and its suitability to you please find the right type of resource to help, doctors are a good start.

So to wrap up, I hope I’ve been able to give you a brief insight of what to expect from this blog. And of course I hope you stay for the adventure ahead as I muddle my way through the blogosphere. I promise to keep you entertained and amused with the occasional giggle here and there.

Have a good one!

K xo