16 things you know to be true if you're a short queen.

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Oh, I leave quite the impression. Five foot one, to be exact. At the ripe old age of 37, I can confirm that someone still feels compelled to comment on my stature at least once a week.

But thankfully, our fearless leader, Sabrina Carpenter, has finally put us shorties back on the cultural throne.

I've pretty much spent my whole life being treated like a miniature-sized circus attraction. Perhaps that's why I spent my youth trying to become a contortionist in the hopes of joining Cirque du Soleil?

While my dreams of running away to the circus never eventuated (the closest I ever got, was playing a piece of seaweed in The Little Mermaid in my primary school concert. My costume was a shredded garbage bag and boy, was I committed to the role), I have ultimately embraced being 'that really short chick'.

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In all honesty, the label doesn't bother me. It's a fact! And, as a basic millennial, I think it's probably coloured about 94% of my personality. I wouldn't trade it for the world, even if it meant I could reach the top shelf at Woolies for my favourite snacks.

After years of living life this close to the ground (I can't tell you how many stray $20 notes I've found on the footpath in my time! The Milky Bars are on me…), I consider myself a proud card-carrying member of the short queen society.

Our prestigious status as vertically-challenged folk, however, comes with some struggles and a few unexpected perks. From shopping hacks to social indignities, here's what every pocket rocket knows to be true…

You will be picked up like a baby.

At parties, at weddings, sometimes by people you've known for all of 48 seconds. You are not a handbag, but apparently, your height makes you public property. If I had any business acumen, I would charge a lifting fee.

Prepare for unsolicited body part comparisons.

Strangers will hold your hand against theirs, or ask to line up feet like it's a sport. Look, at the end of the day, it's all in a curious spirit and makes for a fun party trick when I whip out my little trotters.

No, I don't have an OnlyFans foot account.

But yes, with size three feet and this economy, I've considered it. The passive income would be lovely!

Every short queen needs a tall best friend.

The Arnie to her Danny DeVito in Twins. Ask any pint-sized person who their bestie is, and I guarantee they've got a sore neck from all the upward gazing.

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I met my long-limbed, six-foot ride-or-die, Ingrid, back in high school, and we haven't looked back since. But she does look down. A lot. We bonded over the fact that neither of us can ever find shoes in our sizes and still joke about opening a Tall-Short boutique that caters exclusively to the forgotten ends of the spectrum, and that if we both had a dollar for every time someone proclaimed: "You're so tall/short", we'd be billionaires by now.

At festivals, she'd hoist me up so I could actually see the stage, and these days she just hoists down my wine glasses from the top shelf. She's always had my back, quite literally. That's yin-yang love. Plus, it's also really fun to pose together in photos.

You are the designated "pokey crevice rescuer".

Got something stuck under the couch or behind the fridge… Who ya gonna call? Your local short queen, of course. Our minuscule hands were made for rummaging in that precarious crawl space to rescue your wayward AirPod/Lego piece/fork.

Kids' section shopping is your secret weapon.

Shoes are way cheaper, especially the trendy sneakers du jour. Last year, I picked up my Adidas Gazelles for a fraction of the price from the kids' section. Just avoid the butterfly glitter Crocs (unless that's your vibe). The teen and tween brands are also a total untapped resource for fab finds (think Seed Teen, Cotton On Kids and Zara Kids).

You won't be a high-heeled girly.

You'll probably own just one decent pair of heels, because finding ones that actually fit is like hunting down a limited-edition Birkin bag. But, if the shoe fits, for the love of God, BUY TWO PAIRS.

Some styles, like backless heels with no straps, are more forgiving, so even if they're a touch too big, you can usually get away with it. The fanciest pair I've ever managed to find that truly fit were my wedding shoes — Loeffler Randall gold mules in size 5 (they run small), and they fit like a glove.

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Winter boots require nifty engineering.

Double socks, footy socks, thermal socks — you name it, I've tried it. Anything thick to stop them slipping off like oversized clown shoes works a treat.

Crowds are a battlefield.

No ill will towards my long-limbed mates, but often in big crowds or public places, I don't register on taller people's radar and I can be propelled around like a measly pinball. I cop a lot of rogue backpacks, shoulders and elbows to the face, too. Watch out for your fun-sized pedestrians, people!

On day one of high school, you'll be mistaken for a lost primary school kid.

Day one in an office in your first grown-up job, you'll be mistaken for a Year 10 work-experience student. It never ends, but I can't wait til I potentially get to Benjamin Button my way through my twilight years.

Driving requires creativity.

Seat rammed all the way forward like a little old lady, chest practically kissing the steering wheel, so your feet can reach the pedals — this is what it takes for us to be able to drive. Do I look absurd? Yes. Did it become even more outrageous when I was pregnant and my belly only just fit in? Absolutely.

Flying perks.

Sure, I spent my youth being turned away from all the rollercoasters at Wonderland because I wasn't tall enough to ride them, but a silver lining I'm enjoying as an adult? When there's not much of you, you can nap anywhere. This is particularly handy when you're flying and can fashion a headrest out of the tray table for in-flight snoozing.

Your feet will always dangle in the air on chairs.

Bar stools without a footstand are particularly humbling.

Nothing ever fits.

Jeans, dresses and skirts will always be miles too long. You'll have your seamstress on speed dial and they know your measurements better than your GP.

We aren't whimsical woodland creatures.

As Amy Poehler once said: "We don't squeak like squirrels, okay? We don't gather nuts, we don't wear funny hats and do dances in the woods."

Small but mighty.

We shorties are loud and proud. We have to be, otherwise you wouldn't know we were here.

Small but mighty is my motto, and it's the same lesson I'm passing down to my six-year-old daughter, who is petite just like me. Being short doesn't mean being small in personality or spirit, and that's a lesson worth handing down to the next gen of pocket rockets.

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