A Little Me
By Amy Roloff
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“A Little Me by Amy Roloff is a feel-good, inspirational memoir about a remarkable woman who addresses challenges head-on with a positive outlook and deep faith.” – New York Journal of Books
Whatever package you come in, life isn’t easier or harder than another’s because you are different physically. There may be more challenges, but still, everyone has challenges.
“God doesn’t make mistakes.” For Amy Roloff, star of TLC’s hit reality show Little People, BIG World, her father’s words would repeatedly serve as an anchor, reminding her of her inherent worth and purpose, whenever feelings of insecurity and inadequacy surfaced and threatened to overwhelm her.
In A Little Me, Amy shares what it was like growing up with achondroplasia dwarfism, how she struggled to overcome obstacles both physical and emotional—navigating the average-size world as a little person, dealing with a serious illness as a young girl, bullying, and issues of body image and unachievable beauty ideals—while learning, as we all must, to accept herself for who she is. Finally allowing herself to be vulnerable enough to open up to others, she learned that it’s worth risking possible rejection for a chance at genuine relationships.
Amy’s memoir is an inspiring and at times heart-wrenching account of resilience and the strength of the human spirit to overcome seemingly insurmountable obstacles.
Amy Roloff
Besides her role as a reality TV star, Amy Roloff is also an entrepreneur, a philanthropist, a motivational speaker, a blogger, and now an author. Most importantly, Amy is a proud mom and grandma. She lives in Oregon, where she enjoys gathering around the table with her friends and family.
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A Little Me - Amy Roloff
Amy continues to take us on a journey of her life with its ups and the downs. I have known Amy on a personal level for the past 35 years and have enjoyed the passion that she has for life and the love of family. I think that almost everyone can say that life doesn’t always go your way but it is how you handle the situation that will set you apart. Amy has a unique way of showing us how to rise above—I would encourage you to pick up this book—as we can all use a little more enrichment on living your best life.
—Darlene Nowak-Baker
"In A Little Me, you’ll gain some raw insight into the life experiences, family, and faith that shaped the Amy Roloff we have all grown to love. Amy weaves her personal story around differences and commonality, and challenges us along the way to be confident in our own unique purpose. Read this book, and find a little more encouragement to be a lot more you!"
—Chester Goad
Author, speaker & host of The Leaderbyte
podcast
Amy fearlessly shares her private stories with us – from her challenging childhood to leaving home to marry, to her hit family tv series and marriage struggles and from her divorce journey leading into her unexpected blossoming second act. This is a truly inspirational memoir.
—Lisa Dixon
Health insurance broker and business entrepreneur
"Amy Roloff’s A Little Me is an inspirational book that was hard to put down. Whether you or someone you know has a challenge to overcome, you will find Amy’s story one that gives you the hope and faith to face anything! As a mom of a quadriplegic, I love Amy’s statement that different makes people uncomfortable. Most people are not sure how to act, react, or feel around others who are physically different.
This hit home for me! We need to realize that people that are different
are just like us in so many ways! You’ll be surprised when you leave YOUR comfort zone and befriend someone that is physically different!"
—LeAnn Sullivan
Thrive Ministries Director, Southern Idaho Ministry Network
This is the tale of courageous Amy Roloff - as told in her own words. Amy has in life been a Michigander, a daughter and sister, a wife, a mother, a reality television star, a fundraiser and now a writer. Across these pages Amy shares her personal memories and thoughts, written as she boldly faces the future with a resilient, open heart. This is a powerful story about a faithful spirit.
—Jack Morrissey
Producer, Disney’s Beauty and the Beast
Copyright © 2019 by Amy Roloff
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ISBN: 978-1-948080-98-9
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To my dad and mom, Gordon and Patricia,
for all your love, encouragement, and support when I needed it most, and every day of my life.
I’m so thankful for you both.
You’ve always made me feel I could shine in all I do.
To my four kids, Jeremy, Zachary, Molly, and Jacob:
You each inspire me to be the best I can be as a mom and as a person every day. You are my greatest gifts in life. Love you forever and always.
Prologue
A month before Christmas Eve, the church I attended with my family growing up was planning to recreate a live manger scene in front of the church before each of the three services that evening. They reached out to the youth and others in the church to see who wanted to be a part of it.
When I heard about it, I hesitated to let my parents know. Although I wanted to take part, I was really uncertain and nervous to even think I might have a chance. The live nativity scene wouldn’t have any speaking parts; it would simply be a wonderful live visual presentation depicting the story of Christmas, the birth of Jesus. It wasn’t typical for me to get excited about putting myself out there, but this was a perfect opportunity for me to go for something I really wanted. Even back then, it was hard just to take baby steps outside of my box—that box about being different and hoping no one would notice. I was going to give it a try regardless of what I thought others would think or how scared I was.
I was about eleven years old, and already I knew when you look different on the outside, beauty takes on a whole different meaning, which speaks volumes in other’s perception of you. Worrying no one would think of me as worthy or beautiful made me hesitate about so many things; my difference in being a little person got in the way.
This time I decided to get outside of that not-good-enough box and take the risk. I told my parents about the live nativity event and said I wanted to put my name on the list to try out for a part.
Why this time? I had tried out for several parts in plays and solo parts in choir at school and church, but never got them. Instead, I always seemed to be cast in the choir or as part of the crowd
scenes. In the back of my mind, I often thought I didn’t get the part because I was different. I didn’t think that maybe others had more talent or were just better for the parts. Even then, I subconsciously let being different become a possible reason for not getting what I went after. I didn’t use being different as an excuse, but it more or less gave me a reason why some things didn’t go the way I wanted them to.
My parents always encouraged and supported me to go after whatever I wanted to do and often told me not to ever think or let others tell me I can’t. I remember my father telling me I have to always keep trying and not give up. As long as you keep trying, you just never know when the moment will be that it all comes together. Don’t create a reason to complain about or say you can’t do something. The only person I have to point at when I decide to give up or not to try is myself. The only person who can come up with an excuse for why I may not succeed at something is myself. As my father often told me, I just have to go out there and do my best; it’s all I can ask of myself. Even if I don’t always get what I want, that doesn’t mean I shouldn’t keep trying. You’ll never know if you don’t try.
So I put my name on the list to be Mary or the angel in the live nativity scene. I told my parents when I needed to be at the tryouts, planning meetings, and work events. I was hoping to show everyone I was willing and able to help build the stable scene, set up for the nativity, and do what I could regardless of what happened. If they saw me helping out with the other youth, then maybe they would see no reason why I couldn’t be Mary or the angel or any other role in the live nativity. I wanted to know how it felt to go after something I wanted and to succeed.
Of course, others wanted to take part in the Christmas Eve nativity event as well, and I waited anxiously to see if I would be chosen for a role. My thoughts turned to doubts that I probably wouldn’t be, because I usually didn’t get chosen. Even though I tried, part of me always felt as if I would never be good enough or be seen as good enough because I was different, a little person. I used the thought of not being good enough almost as a safeguard so I wouldn’t be as disappointed.
I didn’t doubt myself because I thought I couldn’t do it, but rather because I was different, and different makes people uncomfortable and uncertain. Many people aren’t sure how to act, react, or feel around others who are physically different than themselves. I’ve never understood why others would feel this way about me, but I guess it’s a natural reaction for all of us sometimes. I often thought, Okay, so I’m a dwarf. So what? But it does affect people. How do I manage being a dwarf and the effect it has on others if I’m not even sure how it affects me?
When I got the news that I had gotten the part of the angel, I was so thrilled and excited. I couldn’t believe it. My parents were thrilled for me too. They knew how much I wanted it and had worked for it. They knew it would be a confidence booster for me, and they were right.
The weather was cold, and snow flurries were coming down that Christmas Eve night. It reminded me of the actual Christmas story, when Joseph and Mary, riding on a donkey, were on the road going to Bethlehem. I had to be outside in the cold for about thirty minutes before each service. It didn’t matter to me. I was just hoping the event wouldn’t be canceled.
Being the angel meant I had to climb up on a ladder behind the stable scene so people could see me. No problem, I thought, but standing there for that long toward the top of a ladder made some people quite nervous, and they weren’t as sure I could do it as I was. No! I can do this, I told myself. My father reassured them and asked them to give me a chance.
So there I stood as the angel in the Christmas story that told of the good news that a Savior was born. The snow was falling, the soft glow of a spotlight faintly shown on me, and the sparkle of twinkling lights around the nativity scene made me feel special—important—and a part of making this Christmas Eve special for everyone who came to church as well. It was worth standing on a ladder in the cold of the night for three services to help make this significant yet simple story come to life. It meant the world to me that I had gone for something that was scary, something I wanted, and got it. It was a glorious Christmas Eve night.
Whether it was just a simple part in a live nativity event as a young girl or other dreams I had later on, such as learning how to cook, I had to find it within myself to go after what I wanted. I just had to take a chance, give it a try, and keep trying. It would be a lesson I would go back to over and over again throughout my life—there are always two possible outcomes: failure or success. Always keep trying because you just never know if you’ll succeed if you don’t try.
Growing up, we typically have many lofty dreams and aspirations, and wonder as the days, months, and years go by if any of them will come true. I did dream a lot! Would any of the dreams I had ever come to fruition, or were the challenges too big and success—what I thought of as success—too far out of reach? Would the hero ever be me, or would it always be someone else? Was this just the way life was going to be when you are different?
I hoped I would be a mom one day, go on mission trips, and help others and make a difference in people’s lives. Maybe own my own restaurant, be a singer, a teacher, a musician, a chef, own my own B&B—my imagination and dreams were unlimited. However, to make dreams come true we need to go after them. They won’t just magically come true if we don’t take action.
The one dream I never had was To Be Tall. That was something I knew could never happen, and why aspire to be something without the remotest possibility of becoming reality? I looked at the opportunities that seemed to come easier for people who were tall or of average height. It wasn’t always easy for me to believe in myself, to have determination and confidence, which I knew was going to be the big difference in having a good attitude and in anything I did in my life. Doubt couldn’t be a part of the picture, but giving myself more positive affirmations needed to be, in order to get where I wanted to go. Someone different was usually not the hero in the books I read and the movies I saw. They were often small or temporary characters, at first touted as unique and special but soon forgotten because what good they might have done was fleeting in other people’s perception since they didn’t fit the mold of what a hero was.
With my family, my faith, and believing in myself that I matter, have value and a purpose, I could face the world as different and become my own hero.
This is the life, so far, of a little woman who got to experience some Big Things—things I never thought I would. As I reflect back on my life, I’m amazed at the challenges I’ve overcome and the things I’ve experienced, but also some things I didn’t. All in all, my life has been a wonderful life. It would be quite boring if everything in life went perfectly smoothly. How would we truly learn and grow, push ourselves, and have the sweet taste of success without failure?
I was brought up to believe we are all meant for a purpose and to serve. Now it is my job and goal to figure out what I’m meant to do and how I can serve.
CHAPTER 1
Uniquely Mad
When you are different,
life feels limited and unpredictable, even more so than I imagine it does for others. You get this vibe that there is a lot you can’t do, but you can also sense what you are more than capable of accomplishing. I was unsure of my capabilities because I was a dwarf, a little person. It was a subtle thing I picked up from others or that I simply felt, and it was a big part of what I thought growing up, getting can and can’t all mixed up.
It wasn’t that I thought I couldn’t do certain things, but rather that I thought others saw me as incapable. I made assumptions and had expectations about my life based on having dwarfism, and felt that others did as well. The big question: Was I letting others make me feel lessened, or were my own thoughts already doing it?
When people first saw me they probably thought, What a hard and maybe sad life she has. She’s short and doesn’t look like me. She’s different. What is she going to be able to do? She can hardly reach anything with her short arms and legs. She looks and walks funny. How old is she? She looks like a young kid (when I might have been fifteen years old). Sometimes people said things to me out loud, and other times their body language spoke volumes. Stereotypes were thrown at me, and I was expected to live in a way others imagined for me.
But our lives don’t have to follow others’ preconceptions. People have that power only if we let them. Instead, always believe that you matter and have value, and find out for yourself what your life’s purpose is. By the way, I’m still figuring that out because my life has changed, either as a result of my own choices or because of personal events. But in the end, everyone has a purpose.
Many people may seem to have an opinion about your life and may sometimes say what they think you can or cannot do. That may be too difficult for you.
And so they try to push you toward something easier and safer. When we hear those things often enough, we start believing them. We start believing that some of these perceived limitations are actual limitations! I admit, at times I would often fall into the well, I can’t do much about being a dwarf, so I might as well let life happen
mode of thinking.
When I thought others had doubts, I wanted to say out loud, Why? When I thought others ignored me I wanted to say even louder, You know I’m right here, don’t you? When others made fun of me, I just wanted to hide underneath a rock. The older I got, how people approached me and what they said to me became subtler. Often, when I thought people were talking to me, I realized they were using me for attention or really just wanted to talk to the person I was with. I was usually a part of something, the conversation or the moment, but not really as myself. I felt more like an afterthought, or someone needed just for the moment, only to later be brushed aside.
You may know me from the hit reality TV show Little People, BIG World on TLC. We have filmed fourteen seasons of the show already. If you have seen the show, you may say, I know her.
I would respond back and say yes, yes you do. You’ve had a glimpse of who Amy Roloff is. But there is a lot you don’t know. This is a little of my story—how I overcame the obstacles I faced, my own insecurities, a childhood illness, and the challenges of adulthood to get where I am today. Frankly, I’m amazed at how far I have come.
I’ve heard people say that I must have had a hard and kind of a sad life being different. Why? I’ve never quite understood that thinking. I definitely knew I was different from everyone around me, at least physically, and would face more challenges; but I got a little confidence now and again, enough to prove to myself that I could do anything I wanted to do. Just maybe others would see I could do more than they thought I could.
Yes, I’m different, but we’re all different. Embrace that difference—you can excel because of it. Appreciate it and use it to your advantage instead of hiding and being afraid of it. I didn’t do such a great job of appreciating my differences in my earlier years, and that laid a foundation of insecurity, a lack of confidence and self-worth, that wasn’t the best to build my life upon. It wasn’t easy, and I was often depressed, but over time I’ve learned how to overcome some of those insecurities and embrace and appreciate myself!
I was born with achondroplasia dwarfism. What? Yeah, I’m not a character like an Ewok in Star Wars or a munchkin in The Wizard of Oz. While I love both of these movies, what I didn’t like was when people who had watched The Wizard of Oz would laugh and make fun of me and call me a munchkin, as if I were a character instead of a person. Often they would just keep going on and on in front of my friends or others. It would have been different if they had said these things privately, just to me, but being made fun of in front of other people made me feel less worthy as a person. I was not good at laughing at myself, brushing off the teasing and snide remarks, and moving on. It got to me sometimes, and I often took things a little too seriously.
About one in twenty-five thousand couples (for an average-size couple) has a chance of having an achondroplastic dwarf child. It’s just a random mutation of the genes. So how am I different? Well, physically, I have shorter arms and legs, a regular-size torso, and a slightly larger head. But there are different variations of achondroplasia. In fact, there are hundreds of different kinds of dwarfism. All jokes aside, yes, I’m smart but not any smarter or less smart than anyone else because of my dwarfism. Okay, maybe I am just a little smarter than some. People would often tease me that I wasn’t smart, and I think it took smarts to ignore that and believe in myself.
I realized early on that my physical appearance, what I look like on the outside, does matter. Whether we like it or not, the first impression we form about other people comes from their outward appearance. It’s a fleeting moment of interaction. But maybe, just maybe, we’ll take the time to have a conversation with them or get to know them first by other means before making a judgment about them. Getting past a physical difference is sometimes a hurdle to overcome.
I think back on all those first impressions and wonder how many people made snap judgments about me and failed to give me a chance because of my appearance, or how many opportunities I missed to maybe change their minds about me. And, man, that upsets me. Although I didn’t want others to put so much emphasis on appearance, I did it myself and missed out on possible opportunities. Why? Because, growing up, my physical appearance mattered to me more than it should have. I wanted to fit in.
As I look back at pictures of my younger self, I had a pretty cute smile, blonde hair, and blue-green eyes, and I was physically fit. Yeah, I may have looked a little funny and ran a little differently, but I felt as if I could do anything and be anything. I just didn’t feel as confident that others believed I could, and what they thought mattered more than it should have to me.
My parents always said I could do anything. So why is it that I don’t remember myself as being very confident? I remember feeling easily intimidated by others and insecure. I seemed strong on the outside, but on the inside I was very shy and lonely, and felt scared about who I was and what I was really capable of doing. Frankly, I was a contradiction of thoughts and affirmations—yes and no, can and can’t, possible and impossible. No wonder I was confused and spun myself in all different directions, afraid of failure and of pursuing success. It was much easier to maintain the status quo, not to mention more comfortable. It got me by.
I didn’t have the kind of personality that would have allowed me to showcase or take advantage of being different. A lot of people will do certain things to try to be different, to gain that edge, that attention, to say, Here I am. Look at me.
Others who are different know how to take advantage of their differences to get what they want, to do what they want to do,