Every few months it seemed like I had grown even more.
My clothes no longer fit.
Finding shoes became difficult.
Simple tasks that other teenagers never thought about became daily struggles.
Eventually doctors discovered the reason.
I was suffering from a tumor on my pituitary gland.
The condition caused a hormonal imbalance that forced my body to grow much faster than normal.
Learning the diagnosis answered some questions.
But it didn’t make life easier.
While other teenagers worried about grades, friendships, and school dances, I was dealing with hospital visits and endless comments about my appearance.
At 15, I finally underwent surgery to remove the tumor.
The operation was successful.
In fact, I immediately lost about one centimeter after the procedure.
For the first time in years, I hoped my unusual growth would finally stop.
But life had other plans.
Even after the surgery, I continued growing.
And with every extra centimeter came more attention.
More curious looks.
More unwanted questions.
For a long time, I believed no one would ever see past my height.
I convinced myself that nobody could truly understand what I was going through.
Then everything changed.
One day, I met a man named Francinaldo.
At first glance, most people noticed one thing immediately.
He was much shorter than me.
While I stood at 2.06 meters, he measured only about 1.60 meters.
