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After about an hour and a half of going through my clothes, Katie found a little slinky black dress I had, and deep red heels to go with it. She knew I had deep red wine-colored lipstick that can match the heels perfectly. “Sis, you will look killer in this, and the heels will make you taller. I mean, I love ya and all, but your short ass, needs heels. You are barely 5 feet tall. Heels will make you seem a normal height.” She joked and I chucked a pillow at the back of her head. “Leave my height out of this. You already know I am part Asian. And I take after my grandma’s height. She was only like 4’9.” I Katie laughed and I rolled my eyes. She was always making fun of me for being short. Then again, she wasn’t super tall, but she was taller than me. She was 5’6. I was used to being mocked for being short. There was a point in time where I always said, “I am not short, I am fun sized.”

After a while of her trying to convince me to wear the outfit she picked out, I gave in. Si