Diary of a Tall Girl

I just read my last post. DANG!! That was a good one, I suppose that I should only blog when I feel inspired. There's been quite the dry spell. I've gotten one view in the last year and I am pretty sure that's me! But for anyone out there who might be reading this, here it goes.

I enjoy being me. It is true that a large part of my identity is that I am tall. When I wear shoes with any lift whatsoever on them, I get shamelessly rebuked by any girl of short or average height. But here's the thing: even if I was not to wear those shoes, they would be squawking at me, asking me pitiful questions like:
"Why are you so tall?"
"How about you give me some of your height?"
or my personal favorite is a simple statement:
"You're so tall!"
which I enjoy responding:
"really? I'm tall?!?"
or
"You're so short!"
These things are said to me when I am wearing flats. So I did something drastic just the other day: I bought a pair of four inch tall wedges. They are indeed the cutest shoes you will ever hope to see. Do people notice this though? No, they just look up at my face [which is definitely in the sky] and shake their head. I've heard short girls say that I should never buy a pair of heels. I've heard fellow tall girls basically say "WORK IT GIRL!" The latter are the girls that I look up to (not literally, I don't  know ANY girls that I literally look up to). They are the ones that inspired me to own my height and carry myself tall and proud. (I realize I may be a little TOO proud and excited about it, at this time - but let me have my moment, I will simmer down in a few years I'm sure) Still talking about these shoes. I finally decided to let my individuality spill out into this area of my life too. I decided to disregard what others have been telling me my entire life and buy a tall pair of shoes. (This could lead me into a dangerous topic: which is my new found love for shoes and shoe shopping, but I won't go into that) And if I say so myself, they are so me!


I recently was given the amazing opportunity to go visit my family. They live in Morocco, Africa. As if being a blonde family wasn't enough to stand out in an African country, we are all tall! Me being the tallest blonde, I enjoyed standing out, for the most part. There were even - believe it or not - some tall Moroccan men. But Moroccan men are forbidden fruit, which is fine with me, because they are all skinnier than me - not my style, as I like a man with a little meat on him. It was lovely experience to be around my 6'0 dad, 5'9 mom, 5'10 sister, 5'7 (still growing) sister, and of course, my wittle bitty (still growing) 9 year old brother, who is no doubt going to be much taller than any of us! I appreciate when I can look someone in the eyes....

I'm the big tall wild blonde on the left, this is me in Morocco

Walking around in public is fine for me, because I am not so freakishly tall that people stop what they are doing and stare at the Amazon lumbering down the sidewalk. This is the one downside to public outings for me: resisting the urge to hug, high five, or verbally acknowledge other tall girls I see. I resist because I realize many tall girls do not share my level of excitement. All I want is some camaraderie, but my enthusiasm in this area as in most areas in life comes across as obnoxious or too crazy to many people (maybe it is).

Worse, though, is how I am with tall men. When I talk about tall I am talking about like 6'4 and over. And by worse I mean that I have to resist approaching them, thanking them for being so tall, and either shaking their hand or planting one on them. Thanking someone for being tall is definitely not the societal norm, and I realize that it would probably make the great tall man feel very awkward, which is opposite of my intent.

Woman and men. Now moving on to the topic of couples. When I see a tall couple, my heart leaps. When I see a couple with a major height discrepancy, my heart burns with rage. Don't worry, peoples, I realize this is an area I need to work on. I understand that the right line of thinking goes like this:
" It doesn't matter what they look like, it's about what is on the inside"
But this is where I am at:
"I can't handle seeing a tall man with a short girl. Tall men are for tall women. You should not be with someone who could sneeze, trip, and squash you. Stop taking all our men! I'M FILLED WITH RAGE YOU LITTLE OOMPA LOOMPA I'M GOING TO CURB STOMP YOU"

I do see the flaw in my thinking. I'm working through it. Deep down, I do know that it does not matter if the girl is taller than the guy, or that the guy is 5 feet taller than the girl. Plus, if you are in one of these relationships, haters like me should only fuel you forward. Please, just be who you are and OWN IT :)

 Tall girls, we should come up with some kind of universal sign of acknowledgment when we pass each other on the street, just so that camaraderie is felt.
Tall guys, please think of us tall girls before dating someone who is going to have to reach all the way up above their head to hold your hand.
Short girls, Yes, you may like them tall, but so do many tall girls. There are plenty of guys that are shorter than tall girls but still taller than you, take one of them please.
Short men, no more being awkward around me, and don't count yourself out just because of height. You guys can be quite the charmers [:
I know that people are people and that height is not what defines us as humans. God made everyone different shapes, colors, and sizes, and everyone has a heart. If you are thinking that this last statement contradicted the entire post, you're right. The last statement is true and good, but thanks for allowing me to rant a bit.