Hello everyone I am a 19 year old dude 178-179 cm tall (short) and I have been very down the last couple of months because of my stature. I had my doctor do an x-ray and he told me that while my legs are fused I still have the potential to grow a "couple more centimeters in my spine" whatever that means.
I still feel very bad however you've probably heard of the infamous tall northern european and for once the stereotypes are true. I am not the shortest around, actually most my friends are my height + - a couple of cm but in general I am short, and I feel positively dwarfed sometimes.
I imagine a lot of you will tell me to suck it up and fight the odds. After all they're not that bad really: I consider myself quite handsome, come from a academic household brought up to be somewhat learned and reasonably popular even -while trying not to sound self-indulgent- with the fairer sex.
However I simply can't let it off my mind, believe me I have tried for weeks on end. I am the only male in my family below 180 cm my dad the only other under 190, my sister is only 4 cm shy of me and my mom a decimeter less. Not only have I grown up around tall successful men I had come to expect myself to be one of them. I imagined from watching my parents and their families all very tall that I too would grow to be at least my fathers height (187) but no such luck.
I've got a sort of personal philosophy that drives me and that is to maximize my intrinsic quality. Essentially self-improvment; I want to be the "best" man I can be and to me height is a crucial part of that. I simply feel cheated I guess and though that may be an immature response I also feel hopelessnes, despair, frustration, sadness and bitterness.
Again many of you certainly think I should get on your level and yes I have deep respect for people shorter than me still living enviable lives but I have found I'm not strong like that. I don't think this will pass either I've only felt worse the last couple of months so I have decided I need to get taller to enjoy life like I previously did. Because I don't feel joy like I used to everytime I play the piano, go for a run or read a book (although in my recent depressed state I'm mostly on the computer) there is always that thought in the back of my head, it's there even when I stand up or raise my head to greet someone taller. I will never be satisfied with life until I am at least my dads height I just won't.
I am really sorry about the wall of text. I guess I needed to went that shlt. Anyway, I have some doubt about the ll surgery am I still welcome here? I would love to discuss these sort of things with people who I imagine feel the same way.