The wise person won't hate himself for being short, but he'd still rather be tall. Even if he's weak and missing an eye, he can still be healthy overall. But he'd prefer to have physical strength too. He knows he has something more powerful than strength, yet he'd still want it. He'll endure sickness and hope for good health. Some things don't matter much compared to what's truly important. You can lose them without losing the main good. But they do add a little something to the steady happiness that comes from virtue.
The wise man will not despise himself, however short of stature he may be, but nevertheless he will wish to be tall: even though he be feeble and one-eyed he may be in good health, yet he would prefer to have bodily strength, and that too, while he knows all the while that he has something which is even more powerful: he will endure illness, and will hope for good health: for some things, though they may be trifles compared with the sum total, and though they may be taken away without destroying the chief good, yet add somewhat to that constant cheerfulness which arises from virtue.