I’m sure most of us have had that moment in our lives when we wanted something so badly that it felt like we’d do anything to get it.
For me, that thing was a luxury car. I had always dreamed of owning a car that was sleek, stylish, and had all the bells and whistles. I was determined to make this dream a reality, no matter what it took.
Growing up, I had always been a little bit shorter than my peers. I was never teased, but I always felt like I was missing something that they had. I had always been jealous of my friends who were taller and more attractive than me, so when I had the opportunity to buy my first car, I knew I had to make it count.
I started researching different models and found one that I really liked. It was a luxury car with all the features I wanted, and I was instantly sold. I knew that this car would be the perfect way to make up for my shortcomings, literally ‘short bird’, and I was determined to make it happen.
I worked hard to save up the money for the car, and once I had it, I was ecstatic. I took my new car out for a spin and felt like I was on top of the world. I was finally able to feel like I was up to par with everyone else, and that made me immensely proud.
The car was a great addition to my life and I enjoyed the attention it brought me. Everywhere I went, people would look at my car and I would get comments like, “Wow, nice ride!” It was an amazing feeling to know that I had made something of myself, even if it was something as small as buying a luxury car.
Over time, I started to feel like I was becoming dependent on my car. I started to feel like I needed it to make up for my short stature and to make me feel better about myself. I realized that I was using my car as a crutch and that it was not really helping me with my self-esteem.
I had to take a step back and look at the bigger picture. I realized that I was using my car to make up for my shortcomings, but that I had to start looking at the things I was good at and focus on those. I had to learn to accept myself and be proud of who I was, regardless of my height.
Looking back, I’m glad I was able to learn from my mistake and understand that having a luxury car does not make up for my shortcomings, literally ‘short bird’. I’m now proud to say I own a car that I love and enjoy, but I’m even more proud of the person I have become.