Bingo. I’m 5’3” and feel like an anomaly when I say I’m not into anything taller than 5’9” and actually don’t feel “feminine” and “dainty” and instead feel panicky because I loathe feeling small when I’m already damned small. I never got called “small” or “dainty” due to my medium frame and gaining weight in my boobs and butt and even bigger hair, if anything I feel like a heifer with the face of a rabbit. People don’t take me seriously already as I look like a damned cartoon or a kid with overinflated parts. Since I already felt small, vulnerable, exposed and genuinely hate it, I came to hate height even more due to bigger men usually being extremely forward/confident (given how many women act around them I don’t blame them). In a weird twist of fate it was all I attracted for a while. It makes me feel like an alien and a lot look at me confused when they realize I’m more scared than excited about them. It could be because where I’m at the average heights for men are so much taller but I don’t like it oddly enough. Kissing height is perfect height for me. I also like to appreciate a man’s face and not have to crane my neck back at an awkward angle to do so. The awkward thing is men have come to lie about their height due to the phenomena which makes it tougher for me to gauge. Sometimes they exaggerate by 2 inches and far more often it’s more like 5” when I just want someone 5’9” and below.