When I met her, I assumed we stood about the same height. In my mind, I never towered over her.
Yet over the years, I’ve come to see the truth of a three-foot difference, exaggerated even more when I wear heels.
Self-concept is a peculiar thing.
In her mid-60’s my grandmother once told me that she felt like a young girl in her mind. At the time, I couldn’t quite grasp what she meant. I was in my 20’s with a self-concept that felt congruent. Now, in my 50’s, I understand more clearly what my grandmother described.
Once in a while, I bump into the reality that my self-concept doesn’t quite match reality.
I recently tried on clothes in a department store, which I rarely do. I needed an outfit for an on-camera interview. Standing in the dressing room, facing a full-length mirror, I noticed somethin…