geekTall tales give way to short truths
May 21st 2008 03:34
Today I went to my doctor to get a check-up. I haven't had one in years so I thought it wise to see if I'm in okay shape.
The first thing he asked me, "Do you exercise?"
I can tick that box with a big yes because I walk every day. Phew. First test passed.
Next up was my blood pressure. It was fine. Then my heart got checked. The ticker is fine too.
"Let's check your weight," he said.
"Okay, let's!" I gushed.
I was curious about finding out how much I weigh because I don't own scales. I'm not wrapped up in obsessing over a number but I was to happy to find out from the doctor, "That's a good weight for your height."
He then asked, "Do you know your height?"
I told him I thought I was 175 cm. Well, I was wrong. I'm actually 172 cm which is tall for a female but not as tall as I thought I was! My gosh for years I've been telling tall tales to everyone who has asked about my height.
Now as I say 172 cm is tall but it's not even a model height - to be on a catwalk you need to be 180 cm, so in that sense of tall, I'm not tall.
Honestly, though, sometimes people look at me as if I'm Godzilla or an Amazon. I have been asked so many times about my height...especially by men. Perhaps it's because they want to make sure they are taller than me if they are going to think of me as romantic potential. Well, it seems I was fibbing to them...not by choice but by ignorance of my own measurements. And all those 172cm men who asked me what my height was, no wonder they didn't ask me out when I told them I was 175 cm!
I'm happy about my visit to the doctor for giving me a true assessment. The moral of this short tale is: go and get an unbiased opinion on an area of your life where you were actually ignorant.
If you think pink doesn't suit you, ask a fashion savvy person for their opinion. If you think you are short, go and measure yourself. You may have a few more centrimetres than you thought! If you think your skin is yucky, go and get an assessment from a dermatologist rather than comparing yourself to the illusions in beauty magazines.
The first thing he asked me, "Do you exercise?"
I can tick that box with a big yes because I walk every day. Phew. First test passed.
Next up was my blood pressure. It was fine. Then my heart got checked. The ticker is fine too.
"Let's check your weight," he said.
"Okay, let's!" I gushed.
I was curious about finding out how much I weigh because I don't own scales. I'm not wrapped up in obsessing over a number but I was to happy to find out from the doctor, "That's a good weight for your height."
He then asked, "Do you know your height?"
I told him I thought I was 175 cm. Well, I was wrong. I'm actually 172 cm which is tall for a female but not as tall as I thought I was! My gosh for years I've been telling tall tales to everyone who has asked about my height.
Now as I say 172 cm is tall but it's not even a model height - to be on a catwalk you need to be 180 cm, so in that sense of tall, I'm not tall.
Honestly, though, sometimes people look at me as if I'm Godzilla or an Amazon. I have been asked so many times about my height...especially by men. Perhaps it's because they want to make sure they are taller than me if they are going to think of me as romantic potential. Well, it seems I was fibbing to them...not by choice but by ignorance of my own measurements. And all those 172cm men who asked me what my height was, no wonder they didn't ask me out when I told them I was 175 cm!
I'm happy about my visit to the doctor for giving me a true assessment. The moral of this short tale is: go and get an unbiased opinion on an area of your life where you were actually ignorant.
If you think pink doesn't suit you, ask a fashion savvy person for their opinion. If you think you are short, go and measure yourself. You may have a few more centrimetres than you thought! If you think your skin is yucky, go and get an assessment from a dermatologist rather than comparing yourself to the illusions in beauty magazines.
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