~i am such a liar!~
i am not 5'4.
i had a doctor's appointment last week, and politely requested that i be measured. you'd think i had asked to do a keg-stand in the waiting area, whilst naked, after having eaten a tray of bran muffins washed down with a gallon of prune juice.
i had to explain that i hadn't been measured since i was 17, and wanted (HAD) to know exactly how shrimpy i was.
the good news: i am not really shrinking.
the bad news: i am fucking short.
the rest of the good news: i can fit in small spaces (i.e. "coach" airline seats, the over-head bins on an amtrack train, a child-size bed, and ford festivas) with little-to-no problems.