Before I knew about this miracle of a surgery I kind of had my height in the back of my mind, but I mostly shrugged it off. I just figured with good enough muscles and personality, plus meeting women that weren't heightists, I would be able to get by. And I guess I did. But once I learned about LL , I almost started obsessing about it, I feel like my real life can't start until I reach a better height. If I didn't know about LL, I would have probably taken the "just accept what God gave you!" attitude about my height and moved on. Now I won't be truly satisfied until I get my femoral lengthening done.

Don't get me wrong--those extra centimeters will make an enormous difference in our lives, but anyone else find all this talk about lengthening and the heightism we face aggravates your neurosis?