Kammi, and all who are petite. When I was a little girl, my mother taught me a poem because people would always say, "Oh, she's so tiny. (Right!) It goes like this:
I met a little elf man once,
Down where the lilies grow.
I asked him why he was so small,
And why he did not grow.
He slyly winked and with his eye,
He looked me through and through.
"I'm quite as big for me," said he,
"As you as big for you."
Through the years I've had to recite that poem, now and again.