This is what has been bugging me lately in fact it's been on my a lot lately. Never realized how insecure I am about my own body. I'm short, not a midget, not a dwarf, just short. I'm 5.5 feet tall and skinny. Imagine, you are on a date with me and my hair is dyed hiding all the gray. Apart from my beard and mustache. One of my favorite things to do lately is to walk along the beach. If it's cool out that means a sweater to protect my ears. I prefer if possible to hold the hands of the person that I am out walking the beach. It never occurred to me that someone could find that insulting. Not because I am gay, but they might be under the impression that I'm not an adult, which could mean my date could mistaken be accused of more than just my date. I don't want that to happen so as much as it pains me to be getting older and have gray hairs it bothers me a little bit. I want to look for them and that could mean dying my hair. If it bothers someone that I'm short, well it should be on them. Which is why I'm glad my sweetheart doesn't want me to dye my hair. He's held my hands in public, and even sat with me on the beach while people went by us. I don't know if anyone said anything or not as they passed because I was too interested in what we were doing which was just talking. Get your mind out of the gutter people.
Another problematic part of being my size is clothes shopping. I have to be clothes that fit me. This means buying clothes that are on the edge between adult sizes and kid sizes. It's a very hard balance to come up with something that looks good and not childish. Shoes, underwear, pants, shirts, and socks all have to come from a size that doesn't quite fit my 45 year old body.
Even my voice is bothersome. I have to feel the need to warn people before they call for the first time that I don't sound like a 45 year old guy. All I can is people need to know that I maybe small but I'm a still guy and still pretty awesome despite everything.