At the wrap-up dinner for the Love Your Package workshop the women delegates began standing on their chairs and proclaiming, “I am short in stature and proud of it!” Before long most everyone in the hall, including the five-foot-seven cheaters, had stood on a chair except me. It was plain by their stares what I was expected to do. I stood on my chair. I said the words. The place applauded. I have never known such acceptance.
There were a few tall women still seated, outcasts at last. One in particular was crying, hunched over on her chair trying to look small. I thought I’d walk over and console her; after all it’s hard to lose top billing. 