I was always little, always real little.
I suppose that doesn't really matter much at the end of it, but, I always found myself rather angry about it. It might have been due to all of the jabs at my height. Most likely. It happened far too often, and it continued because I was too timid to speak up.
Maybe I should have. It would have probably ended better.
Instead, I bottled up my feelings and gave a weak smile. I didn't want to further alienate myself. It was not as though I could afford to blow up at someone, I was far too small. It would probably just cause the bullies to become more aggressive. I wouldn't be able to handle that.
Now that I think about it, they might be part of the reason I was so small. They were definitely the reason I was so timid. Well, them and my parents. All of them belittled me. I was given no breakfast in the morning, as well as having what little lunch I had taken, the majority of the time.
What I had not realized was that my passivity lead my aggressors to go further. They saw me as someone who was easy to push.
And push they did.
Right in front of a bus.