Standing in that gallery opening last month, champagne flute in hand, surrounded by people discussing brushstrokes like they'd painted the Sistine Chapel themselves — I've never felt smaller than 5'0" in my life. My mom would've laughed at the prices, my dad would've checked the exits, and I just... smiled at a woman who asked if I was "with the artist" when I was just there for the free wine. Still have the napkin I doodled on to look busy.