Barrett is a compact powerhouse of a woman, and a powerful, if disarmingly blunt, advocate for the rights of people of restricted growth.

“This is an average brain,” she says, jabbing her finger at her head. “It has the same desires, fears, worries as anyone else’s. Yes, we’re dwarves. But we don’t live in a house where a lady bites an apple, or go around singing heigh-ho, heigh-ho.”

She has no problem with the term “dwarf” either. “Well, that’s what we are. All this political correctness – you can’t say this, you can’t say that. It’s ridiculous.”