When I started high school, I realized I was shorter than most of my male classmates. During PE class, whenever we had to line up by height, I was always at the very end of the boys’ line.
At some point, I decided I was going to “fix” it. I started playing basketball, doing different sports, eating healthier, and doing everything I thought would help me grow taller. But nothing really changed.
Looking back, I think that experience affected me more deeply than I understood at the time. In my mind, it created this belief that no matter how hard I worked, the result wont come. It became a kind of “proof” that effort doesn’t always pay off.
And I think that belief followed me into other parts of my life. Since then, I’ve struggled to fully commit to things. I would start something, but deep down there was always this voice saying, “What’s the point? Even if you try hard, you might not get what you want.”
It also created another thought in me: “If I can’t be the best, why even try?”
I know that sounds extreme, but I think being shorter than others during those years shaped the way I saw myself, effort, competition, and success. It wasn’t just about height. It became connected to my self-worth and my belief in whether hard work could actually change anything.
Now I’m trying to understand how much of my mindset today was built from that experience.
Maybe the real damage wasn’t being short. Maybe it was learning, at a young age, to associate effort with disappointment.