It’s not that I’m much taller than Mayra, but it’s definitely weird when we go to a wedding (like we did this weekend - Congrats to Sam and Andrea!) and Mayra puts on her four-inch heels and all of a sudden she’s way taller.
Look, let me put it this way - as the shortest member of a very tall family, I am particularly aware of my height in certain situations. You could say that it’s a failing of mine, but I like to think it’s more of a failing of everybody else.