Traveling As a Short Person

So with all my traveling for the Thanksgiving holiday I wanted to share what it's like traveling as a short person. You may think it's all the same but, look, I've been traveling all over the U.S. for a long time and it's a lot different! Here's a little bit how one trip goes....

You sit on your bags just to attempt to get them to zip, and pray they don't go over the 50lb mark at the desk. Your friend hears you struggling and walks in the room. He asks "For such a little person, how can you pack so much? Your clothes are baby doll size, you should have EXTRA room in there if anything...." My response: "Let me live my life!"
The uber arrives to pick you up and notices your bag is more than half your size so he jumps out immediately to help. "No no no, I got it thank you so much." You don't need his help. But of course, he's got a tall SUV and you have to lift your (hopefully less than 50lb) suitcase into his trunk without banging it against the back of his car and leaving a mark.....unsuccessful. Whoops.
But then you ALSO have to shut his trunk. Which you can't. Because you can't reach the handle at the top. Uhhhh....sir? A little help please. 
When you get to the airport he pulls up to drop you off and immediately hops out to grab your bags. Smart man. 

You walk into the airport and are immediately asked if you need help because you look like an unaccompanied minor traveling alone and nothing but helpless.
Airport lady: "Hi honey, where are you flying to today?" 
You: "To Pennsylvania."
Airport lady: "Okay miss and do you have your boarding pass?"
You: "Yes I have it I just need to..."
*Interrupted*
Airport lady: "OH MY GOODNESS I just have to say you are so cute!! How old are you??"
You: "23, I just have to check my bag...."
​*Interrupted again*
Airport lady: "No way! You're so tiny! I was thinking you're like 16 maybe! That's so cute." 
You: "Thank you. I've gotta check my bag now so I don't miss my flight."
Airport lady: "Oh here honey let me do that for you."
*Thinks to yourself* "I guess I still look helpless. Whatever lady, less work for me!" 

Well then, bag is checked and your ready to grab a drink and wait to board. You go and sit at whatever bar or restaurant is nearby. You sit down at the bar and immediately receive wide-eyed stares. You can tell everyones thoughts, "This little teenager (maybe) is sitting at the bar" ..... "Does she think she's gonna get served a drink?" ...... "I can't wait to watch her get rejected with her fake ID" 
Typical.
You order a Budlight and finish it with stares coming from all angles, pay your tab, and head to your gate. I mean who doesn't have ten people staring at them all while simply drinking a beer? 

Heading to your gate you see all types of different people. The family with 6 kids trying to figure out how to fit everything in their stroller to get on the plane. The business guys talking on their phones, and on their laptops, while trying to charge every device they have at the same time. The college students decked out in their school's gear thinking they're supercool. The family that's never traveled before and is already lined up for their flight that doesn't even board for another hour. All these people you're staring at wondering what their lives are about, and you wonder what they think of the little girl walking through the airport with her backpack sagging down to the back of her knees and huge purse on her arm all by herself. Lol.  

When you finally get to board you line up right by your number waiting your turn to get on. Of course, everyone stands right next to your or pretty much on top of you. They think you're with your mom aka the lady standing to your right, or that you're just simply lost and going to move soon because you look like a child standing by yourself. So you never get to board at your actual time. Ugh. 
The airline attendant greats you immediately stepping on the plane.
Airline Attendant: "Hi there! You are too cute! Can I see your ticket?"
Me: "Sure" 
Airline Attendant: "Okay sweetie you're in row ten, seat B, that's right before the exit row, and the middle seat!" 
Me: "Thanks so much."
Do I look like I can't read my plane ticket? Do I look too young to know how to put myself in a chair? Hmm. 
I may be competent enough to find my seat, but I know I can never reach the overhead compartment so I never bring a carry on, thank goodness. 

So you get to your seat and unfortunately are in the middle seat. Of course. You've got the old man that talks non-stop to your right, and the guy that could probably comfortably use all three sits sitting to your left in the aisle seat. *This is going to be a great flight*
During the flight when the attendants ask you what you want to drink, you order an alcoholic beverage. She asks for your ID all the while the old man to your right is yelling, "Oh boy you don't look near old enough for that! How old are you sweetheart!?" 
*Ugh, don't ruin this, I just need a drink*
The flight attendant takes your ID, accepts, gives you a smirk, and moves on. Thank god. 

The ride is pretty smooth, aside from the large man next to you who has his shoulder and entire arm in your seat. During turbulence you're jiggling all over the place because he's jiggling all over the place and is basically right on top of you. What a great bonding experience for you and this complete stranger!

You finally land and can stand up and actually use your left arm. You wait your turn to get off the plane and can't run any faster to baggage to grab your luggage. When you see your family waiting for you at baggage, you know you've finally made it and have nothing left to deal with! 

So you could say traveling is always interesting with me. I always hear some sort of comment, get some sort of funny looks or can't reach something. I do have to say I love traveling and going new places, and I do love hearing what kind of comments I get in the new places I go! 
What's traveling like for you? Stressful? Fun? Let me know by leaving a comment below! 

I've got a new outfit for you guys next week so stay tuned! As always, thanks for reading peeps. 
xox
Sammie