I suppose it really is true what they say; you always want what you can’t have, because growing up, all I ever wanted was longer legs. All I ever wanted was to wake up one day to find a pair of legs that no longer appeared as though they belonged on the body of an Oompa Loompa.

Strangely enough, at the time, I really didn’t think it was too much to ask for. All of the other kids my age seemed to be growing taller at a pace that was almost impossible to keep up with. Yet still, each time that I would grow, it seemed that somehow, my legs had decided not to.

However, despite the constant disappointment, I continued to hold out hope. I continued to pray that somehow, someday, I would wake to find that my legs had magically stretched themselves into the normal, appropriate length.

Unfortunately though, as you are probably already aware, that someday never came, the magic never happened and to this day, my legs never stretched themselves into the normal, appropriate length and while quite often, I still find myself dreaming of the day that my legs finally begin to grow, I am starting to come to the sad realisation that the chances are, that day will never come.

To be quite honest though, after stumbling across a photo of a rather cute little three year old me, I am beginning to think that I never really stood a chance in the first place. It looks to me as though those short little legs of mine were always, always here to stay.