If you didn’t already know, I am very short, 4’8” to be exact. Being short has its ups and downs, though mainly downs (pun intended). Yes, being short has its perks, like always winning at hide-and-seek or never having to duck under tree branches while hiking through the woods, but it also has its downfalls.
Often times when I’m out in public I get mistaken as a child. One time I had to return a set of headphones. The cashier told me I must have an ID, so I told her, "I’ll be right back," so I could grab it from my car. Once I returned with my ID, the cashier freaked out that I was old enough to have a license. She had thought I was eight years old. I usually laugh off occasions like this because as humans we all make assumptions, but the problem that I have with assumptions is that not only are they usually false, but also after making them people treat you differently.
I cannot express on two hands the number of times an adult has treated me or talked to me as if I were an incompetent little kid, and it’s frustrating. The most frustrating however is when I correct someone and instead of treating me like a normal teenage girl they continue to talk to me as if I were 9 years old.
Discrimination can come in different shapes and sizes, but no matter the type of discrimination a person experiences, it is saddening and frustrating. Prejudices and predisposed opinions on someone who you know nothing about are not okay. I would greatly consider that next time you look at someone who is different than you, instead of making an opinion based on their looks or identity, you get to know them and make your opinion based on who they are as a person instead of what they look like.