It was one of the weird things moving out to AZ. I'm 5'2 and was considered a midget in Vermont (strangers let me know, loudly) and out here, I'm relatively normal with all the Hispanics. The Indians I work with are either super tall or shorter than me which seems crazy. I'm used to being short, so it's weird to actually be taller than some people.
You can be “short” and not a piece of shit. Don’t sweat it.
It's never bothered me. It bothered my first ex's family, though. Holy crap they mentioned it constantly. His whole family was over 6 feet tall, including all the women. I didn't care, but boy did they ever. I was the tallest in my class in the 2nd grade, but then pretty much stopped growing. Before we were forced onto video meetings at work all the time (I've worked from home for 20 years), people were always shocked to meet me in person. For some reason, they expect me to be a tall blonde or tall red-head or black (but only if they are black, they judge my last name more than any other group). A few black ladies out and out stopped talking to me at work after meeting me in person. It wasn't any kind of great loss, but then they wonder why we automatically hate and avoid them.