I've been finding a lot of pennies lately but haven't written anything about them because there is no interesting stories surrounding the fact that I found a penny in front of the coffee shop or whatever. I will say that I recently past up a dime. A dime just doesn't have that beautiful coppery sheen like the penny. And here's the other thing, since I've never explained my self discovery of why I like pennies so much: Pennies are small, generally under-appreciated, deemed almost worthless because of their limited spending value. People even throw them away, or if they drop one, obviously they don't feel it worthy to be picked up (which is good for me but so sad for the penny). The reason I suppose I feel so strongly about this is that I myself am very small. I often feel overlooked and ignored. I feel that my value as a person is assessed by my size, just like the penny. Many times people judge me because of my height. There is a stigma in America that "Taller is better." Taller people demand respect, are more successful, are more attractive, are more intelligent, blah blah blah ... or so we are meant to believe. I hate that phrase "tall, dark, and handsome." And even though my husband is all those things, what about all those short guys out there with so much to offer? I'm just glad I'm a woman who is short, even though I hate words like "cute" and "perky" that go along with describing petite women. As for shorter men, that must be a horrible existence. I myself am attracted to short men, even though I married a 6'3" gentle giant. Actually, there was a guy in my French class this summer for whom I developed quite a crush. He was probably only 5' tall, perfectly proportioned, good looking, smart, nice, etc. But a lot of the other students described him as having a "Napoleon complex." Why must every short guy have a Napoleon complex? My brother doesn't, but he has had to overcome the obstacle of being 5'7". He's quite successful with the ladies and in his career, but he was ridiculed as a teenager. And because he doesn't share a lot, I'm not sure all he's had to endure in his adult life, but I can imagine, as I've had to endure a lot myself. From pennies to petites ... how did that happen?