Hey Y'all,
Listen, I know it's been a long time. Way too long. I'm well aware. My computer is something else, and makes it quite difficult in motivating me to use it.
I know it's a BEAUTIFUL holiday, and e'rrybody's got some plans to be somewhere, doin' something. Or even to be nowhere, doing nothing. Both are fantastic options
(By the way - Happy Birthday 'Merica!)
However, I was finally able to read a few blogs on Bloglovin, since I haven't been able to read any in quite awhile. This post on Thought Catalog really hit the nail on the head with everything I've ever wanted to say. So, to all y'all - please take this into consideration and just a smile will do! :)
Life As The “Tall Girl”
Motherfucker, if you tell me I’m too tall to be wearing these
heels one more time, I am going to take off said five inch stilettos,
stab them through your eye sockets and into your brain. That’s what
I’m thinking, that’s what I want to say, but instead I just smile a
half smile and say something along the lines of “I don’t think there’s
such a thing as too tall.” I’m approximately five feet eleven inches
with bare feet. When I’m strutting my stuff around town in my favorite
pair of black wedges I’m a respectable six foot two. So yes, I am tall.
It’s quiet obvious that I am genetically gifted in the height department
yet I find that most people have the need to point it out to me on an
almost daily basis.
“Wow. You’re tall.” Says some random stranger on the street.
“Good detective work Nancy Drew let’s go meet up with the Hardy Boys at Mystery Lake,” says I. Of course I’ve never actually
said anything like that before. My mother raised me too well. But I
want too. It gets old. People like to point out what sets others apart
from them and for me, that’s my height. I’m different from most girls in
the fact that my legs are nine tenths of my body and that I’m taller
than most guys. Most of the comments aren’t negative. Some are
complementary, (because tall is synonymous with model I get that from
time to time), but then again some aren’t necessarily flattering. People
often tell me my height is intimidating. I’ve heard boys say they
wouldn’t date someone as tall as me. Giraffe, giantess, Amazon, I’ve
been called it all.
Most of the time it doesn’t ruffle my feathers. I embrace my height. I
wear heels whenever I damn well please despite knowing multiple people
will make some snide comment. But sometimes, I wish I were petite. I see
little five foot four girls being swallowed up in the big bear hugs of
their boyfriends. They don’t struggle to find pants with long enough
inseams. Petite girls with dimples get called cute. I get called
daunting. Petite girls get asked for their numbers. I get asked if I
play basketball. Which by the way, no I don’t. Mind you these thoughts
are only the ones I have in my darkest hours. There are lots of things
people can do to change their appearance. Height is not one of them so
most of the time I simply say fuck it. I’m tall and I love it. I’ve
never had to ask anyone to reach anything for me. I can always see above
the crowd at concerts and you know what, at least people notice me. I
am forced to stand out because I tower above everyone else. It’s made me
bold. It’s helped me become comfortable in my own skin because it’s my
only choice and it’s a great conversation starter. People love to ask me
my height. So yes, I am tall. I am the tall girl and I am proud of it.
As
Always,
AJ