Patricia, the photographer on my Christmas campaign photoshoot (yes I’m heels, but still).
To be honest, I have my days.
If you hadn’t noticed, I’m tall, as in 5’11-towering-over-all-my-friends-in-flats-and-everyone-else-when-I-wear-heels. Yeah. Tall.
When I was younger, I had a hard time, but as I’ve gotten older, I have become much better with it. Some days I love being tall, and then there are days when you have about five people, including strangers, gapping at you like you’re some sort of weird creature. If I had a nickle for everytime I heard, ‘OMIGOD, you’re so tall’, I kid you not, I would be able to buy a lot more heels.
Once while shopping, a couple years ago, a girl came over the same rack I was perusing, she looked up at me–all 5’2 of her–and gasped, ‘Wow! I was feeling so tall when I was at the front of the store and now beside you I feel tiny!’ Thank you. And now I feel like a sasquatch.
I think people think that it is acceptable to point out someone’s height when they are tall because, perhaps they view it as a positive and kind of an awe-inducing thing. Whereas pointing out someone who is short would be insulting. It doesn’t really make sense, but I try to take it as a compliment.
Since there is nothing I can do about my height, and I come from a tall family who have always told me to be proud of my height, I am and accept it. People frequently ask me why I wear heels when I’m already so tall. I often want to roll my eyes but I will politely smile instead and say something along the lines of, ‘Everyone else gets to wear them, so why can’t I?‘ and they nod in understanding, or something, and off I go.
What about you? Are you happy with your height? Wish you were taller or shorter?
My parents: my mom is 5’10 & my dad is 6’3.