Yeah, I think I’m tall too. At least I think I’m taller than most women until last night when I went to a movie. Let me re-phrase that. I went to a movie with my shorter neighbors (sorry guys, but you are shorter than me). We decided to go see Dark Knight Rising since we had some Groupons or Living Social Deals that were about to expire. We get to the theater and while Randy waited out in the hall Neri, Leah, and I made a trip to the ladies room prior to the show and that’s where I saw her. She was probably my height or maybe, just maybe, a smidge taller than me! Say what!
We met eyes in the mirror, then quickly looked away. Then just as quickly we met eyes again. I felt as though we were doing that weird guy/girl dance of flirting, but we weren’t. We were sizing each other up but trying to appear as though we weren’t. You see, that’s what us tall girls do. It’s so rare to be able to look someone of our same sex in the eye that we want to stare but we don’t want to be caught!
I looked her up and down trying to determine where she got her height. Was she all legs? Torso? Properly or weirdly proportioned? How did she dress? Does she like being tall? Did she stand up straight? Should I talk to her? Should I mention ‘our’ heights? I wonder if she’s looking at me? Should I smile? Oh, this is awkward!
She washed her hands while I was still waiting in line and as she passed I stood up a little straighter and tried to catch her eye. I didn’t say anything to her and I don’t think she would’ve wanted me to. She walked with a little hunch in her shoulders as if she didn’t like her height and she didn’t even glance up as she walked past. Too bad, I wanted to give her a big smile.
I wanted to shout out to her, ‘Stand up straight! Embrace your height! You are special! Let your height make the world notice you but make the world love you because of YOU!‘
I won’t get on my soapbox about this topic because then I’ll rant and rave about how awesome and amazing it is to be tall. But I will tell a little story about the picture below:
This picture was taken on my 39th birthday this year. A friend of mine was visiting from Iowa and I took her to the drag show at Darcelle’s in Portland, OR. Why am I toasting? I felt amazing that night! And here’s why: I’m tall and I felt beautiful. I bought the dress from Long Tall Sally and the little sweater cover-up as well. When I walked into the room at Darcelle’s and while we were being seated, I had multiple drag queens ask me where I got my clothes! I don’t think you can get a higher compliment than that. So you can see, my night started out with an ego boost and my night only got better from there.
The point is, whatever you’ve got whether it’s height, beautiful hair, great eyebrows….whatever, you’ve got to make the most of it. Regardless. You’ll feel beautiful, you’ll radiate beauty and everyone wins.
Okay, I did end up on my soapbox. Getting down now….