When I visit my tall friends and family (and pretty much everybody is taller than I am about the time they reach fifth grade), this is what I see in the mirror:
On the upside, I don't see any wrinkles. If you see broccoli in my teeth though, please tell me. Otherwise, I'll never know.
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Hahahah. I feel the same way when I visit with my in-laws, except my neck is always hurting from looking up at them for the weekend. Lucky enough they always marry someone my height.
Speaking of short, I had a client the other day mention how short I was and asked me what it was like down there. I told him it was cooler since heat always rises. :op
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