Do I look like a copywriter to you?
I stopped growing quite early on in life.
I was a premature baby, and the doctors were convinced that I would keep on growing after everybody else stopped. Fat chance of that. (No pun intended.)
So, today I stand 4ft 10in in socks. I have done since I was about 15. For ages I thought I was 4ft 11in, and discovering the truth was no fun either. All of my nieces and nephews are now taller than me, including the one who turns 11 this year.
This height has some advantages: there's no VAT on clothes for children, for example. But there aren't all that many plus points.
And on the downside, it's a lot more difficult to be taken seriously when you're short.
I've been kicked off a basketball team. I was almost escorted home by the police for playing truant from school... when I was 19. This trend has continued well into my 20s. I'll be 28 this year, and yet simply being treated like an adult is still a big ask. Heck, I get ID'd at the Science Museum.
Rightly or wrongly, people form lasting impressions from first appearances. I do it, you do it, we all do it. When clients meet me for the first time and clock my height, they make assumptions. Mostly about my age, and then about my relative experience.
It's a dangerous train of thought to follow, and it has almost lost me clients.
Surely I can't be old enough to have that much copywriting experience? Oh yes I can. There, now I'm Wee Jimmy Krankie in panto. That comparison doesn't do much for my case, really.
It'd be nice to let my work speak for itself. It'd be nicer to speak for myself, as sometimes I don't get the chance to even open my mouth and explain. Funnily enough, nobody ever asks questions on the phone.