As a diminutive person, too, (4’ 8") I get stared at, pointed at by children, patted on the head, told jokes about height and hear comments that I’m supposed to appreciate, etc., etc., etc. I used to get peeved, but I’ve learned at age 58 that most people are 1) nervous around those who are a bit different and so don’t know what to say or do, 2) trying to “relate” by what they say, 3) just plain ignorant of what it is like to be on the receiving end of such treatment.
So, I smile at the children and at the jokes and comments. I haven’t been patted on the head in years because I carry myself with an air of self-sufficiency that generally keeps people’s hands to themselves. And I pray for those who are so insecure that they cannot understand how another feels to be treated as an object of “fun,” pity, or as a curiosity.