I hear ya . . . . I was 5'2" and well into the throes of puberty at 8 years old . . . and wore a size 8 shoe. Meltdowns were the norm. Mom wanted to keep me in those GODAWFUL saddle oxfords with anklets or knee socks and I dug in and did my damndest to destroy them quickly - and sulled up when we'd go shopping for a new pair after I'd outgrown the last ones.
"Intractable" is probably a good description, lol. My sister threw tantrums - I was the oppposite - I shut down and refused to communicate or show any emotion at all. Drove my mother berserk . . . sent her into meltdown ever time