My entire life has been based around first meetings. What do you notice when you look at me? Is it my short legs? My slightly bigger head? My short arms? Or is it my smile? My eyes? My laugh? I’ve been greeted with smiles and hellos, but also with stares, snickers, and unwanted photos. A little over two years ago I had to run into a dollar store to flee a woman trying to photograph me, … … laughing, snickering, objectifying. “Midget” That word makes my skin crawl. Hurled at me out of passing cars, muttered on the street. It’s hard to love yourself when all you can focus on is the teasing, the bullying, and the objectifying. I may be a little different but does that matter? No! Because that is just what makes me stand out. I remember the day I realised there was a power in being different. I was busking for the first time. I was greeted with smiles, people singing along and the occasional coinage! For once, I wasn’t stared at for being different, I was looked at for my musicianship. I know there’s nothing in this world I can’t do, except maybe reach the top shelf, I may be short in stature but I’m big in heart and that makes life all the more special.