Tall Girl on TV…

So, let me put this out there right away:  I’m not going to be on TV.  However in the past couple of months I’ve noticed a dramatic uptick in the number of emails I’ve received from ‘TV Producers’.  Over the past few years since I started writing on the Tall Blog and since I joined Tall Clubs International (and won the Miss Tall International pageant), I always seemed to get a request or an email about once a month from someone indicating that I should contact them regarding a new, exciting TV show about Tall people.

The first time it happened I was SO EXCITED!  I was living in Portland at the time and this is also during the time when the TLC show ‘Little People, Big World’ was really gaining momentum.  I thought that maybe I had a shot of becoming a hit reality series especially since the Roloff’s live right outside of Portland.  I could totally relate!  That new star could be ME.

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Me…on a bike! Cool.

The producers and I exchanged many emails and I sent multiple videos answering their many questions.  I thought I was a shoe-in!  This went on for several weeks.  And then….nothing happened.  Each day I’d excitedly check (and re-check) my email until one day I finally realized that I wasn’t going to be a star.

Now fast forward several years later, multiple emails later, and many videos later.  I’m still not on TV and I’m not as naïve to the process.  I still think I’m quite funny, witty, and totally TV material…but I’m not on TV.  And actually now that I’m a little older (and wiser?  Yes, definitely wiser) I think I have good material to be on TV, but I don’t think I should play myself.  But that’s a whole other blog.

What I find interesting (and definitely a learning experience) about this whole process is the direction that each of the producers wanted to take the series.  Lonely, TALL woman can’t find a man because she’s so tall.  Woe is her.  Well…that’s not real life.  It might be real for some women, but it’s all about choices.  This makes me digress into another quick story.

I could’ve been on TV.  Right after I moved to Madison, WI in the fall of 2012 I got an offer to be on the Steve Harvey show to be part of a dating show.  They asked me to be the Tall Girl and they would have 3 Tall Guys that I could pick from.  They would then film a ‘Dating Game’ if you will, and the winner and I would then go out on a date.  Which of course would be filmed for TV.  I declined the chance to be on the show citing my brand new job as my main reason, but I also wasn’t completely comfortable with another outlet providing the message that Tall Women can’t get dates.  That seems to be the usual message.  Hmmm….frustrating.

So I suppose the whole purpose of this blog isn’t to stop producers from emailing me.  Quite the opposite in fact.  Keep those emails coming, however let’s focus on real life.  I’m a normal person who happens to be a little taller than most people.  That’s it.  For now let’s continue with all of the glorious adjectives that describe me….and we’ll also go with the fact that I’m normal, but taller.

More Tall Times as a 6’4″ Woman (Additional thoughts…)

You know, lately time seems to be flying by. Summer came and went. I’m not even sure we had a Fall and now 2014 is almost over. I’ve been busy the past couple of months shopping for the holidays and looking forward to spending time with my family next week.  We’ll play poker, Life (for the kids…right, we all love the game), drink some drinks, lounge on the couch, watch sports, and usually laugh a lot.

So recently I noticed an uptick in views of one of my past blogs (What it’s really like being 6’4″ and a woman).  I’m not sure why or how, but I’m glad people are reading and as usual, I should be writing a heck of a lot more.  Anyway, I went back and re-read my blog, I thought, “Huh, there’s a few more things I need to add.”

Yes....this is an older picture, but it simply makes sense here.

Yes….this is an older picture, but it simply makes sense here.

Don’t get me wrong, I still love being tall and there are few things that I dislike about my experiences however let’s talk about those ‘few’ experiences.  That’s really what you want to know about right?  And of course I should disclaimer this with the comment that these are my opinions but I’m going to assume that many others feel the same.

1. Going out for Happy Hour.  You’d think this would be a fun one, right?  Well, it is but there’s this place by my work which we tend to frequent (Genna’s – which BTW, it’s really great so please don’t think it’s not!!!) but the tables are SO SHORT!!  I feel like a giant when I sit down at a normal table. I look around and everyone else looks…well, normal.  In my head I’m an adult sitting at a child’s table and I’m certain that’s what I appear to everyone around me, even if I am an adult in business clothes.  Silly?  Maybe.  Real feelings?  Absolutely.  Usually I’d much prefer the bar-stools and bar-tables because they are taller, but you start to get larger groups and the taller tables don’t work.  And then when the warmer weather hits and you are outside, it’s the tiny tables outside….Sigh….then the whole world sees the big girl sitting at the small table.

2.  Being around other Tall People.  Okay, this is going to be a controversial one so buckle up and hear me out.  I almost feel like I need to bullet point, this one out because there are several points I want to make here in order to make sure I get my points across clearly and try not to piss off too many people.

  • Tall people when they get around each other, tend to want to commiserate about all the bad stuff that happens to tall people — this is gospel truth as I’ve lived it and breathed it.  I love tall people.  But we want everyone to feel our pain and when we spot another tall person we want to talk about how hard it is to (pick one): find clothes, go anywhere and not get stared at, listen to the comments about giants, date, fit into cars/chairs/elevators/whatever!
  • On the flip side, we want to be the tallest in the group.  We won’t admit it, but secretly when we see another tall person we stand taller, we size them up, and we judge them.  Oh yes we do….we want the attention because by now in our lives we’ve grown used to it.

3.  The creeper shorties….I’m not sure how much detail I need to go into here, but I’m quite certain that if you are tall and online, you know what I’m referring to.  And I’m not only talking about one gender, this goes for both men and women.  Daily I get hit up on Facebook by weirdos wanting to know my height/weight/shoe size (shoe size?).  It’s now starting to spill over onto my LinkedIn account which I really resent because this is my professional account.  Honestly people.  I DO correspond with many people when I have time however I don’t want to correspond with those interested in information I consider out of my ordinary.  Go find someone else.  If you are normal, funny, tall, and want to chat….awesome.  But the second you start that weird crap.  BYE.

4.  Talking sports…ugh.  Okay, I played sports in elementary school, junior high, high school, and college.  And I’m tall.  But that doesn’t mean that every person gets an automatic pass to discuss my athletic prowess as well as their kids.  I enjoyed playing sports for the most part but it’s not a big part of my life now.  I smile and nod but can we talk about something else for a change?  Not all tall people like sports and conversely, there are some short people who really like sports.  Go talk sports with them and we can talk about books.  Or beer.   Or BOTH!!

Have I fully offended everyone?  Height is personal and everyone has a different experience.  If you feel differently, awesome.  Read (or don’t read) my thoughts, think about them, reflect on them, and then move on. But if something resonates with you, even better.  A shared experience!

Maybe I’ll think about more of the good stuff, because that’s what I like to talk about.  That’s for next time!

Happy Hollidays!  (see what I did there?)

Tall Girl and the Wedding

Let me just put this out there right away…my sister’s wedding was AWESOME!  Not only did I have a wonderful time, I gained another sister.  Pretty amazing.  But that’s not really what I’m here to talk about.

Me, Hilleri, and Heather (Bride).  What a fun bach party!!

Me, Hilleri, and Heather (Bride). What a fun bach party!!  And let me emphasize, FUN!

I’m here to talk about my dress.  Did you know that this was my 12th wedding? Yes,  I’ve been in 12 weddings and it’s one of the most treasured activities that I think friends/relatives can ask of you.  I love it.  Being part of the center of attention, being able to speak in front of everyone and tell great stories about those getting hitched, and simply just being part of everything….oh, and waving at everyone while you are walking down the aisle.  I love that.  I’m a little odd, I get it.

But anyway, back to my topic.  Let me tell you a little bit about my dress (it’s below, and sorry about the blurriness. I made the picture larger so you could see it better).  My sister and I got our dresses online and we loved our dress, except mine was a bit short for my liking.  Could it be that I’m about 6 inches taller than the typical customer?

The dress actually had a built in panel underneath (thankfully) that was hidden and the layering made the dress appear a little longer.

My bridesmaid dress.

My bridesmaid dress. Love it! But it seems a bit short for me. (notice the cats?)

Do you know how difficult it can be to purchase an off-the-rack dress to wear for a wedding?  Don’t worry, I won’t go completely off the rails about all of the difficulties that I had particularly since I wanted to match my sister (and we have totally different styles).  I simply wanted to whine just a bit.  It’s a pretty great dress, isn’t it?  BTW…I feel like I should mention, this is my fitting of the dress.  This isn’t the day of the wedding.

Now, a bit of a funny story.  Because I’m me and although I love to dress up and get the whole ‘face’ on, I was worried about how short this dress was, particularly when I bent over.  I didn’t want anyone seeing my ‘lady-bits’…okay I had on underwear so I didn’t want anyone seeing my underwear…SO I wore my mesh gym shorts underneath.  Yes I did.  It was pretty awesome when I’d had a few drinks and started flashing people!  (sorry mom!) Ahem.

So to recap, the wedding was amazing and I have a new sister.

I know that the tall, formal dresses probably aren’t on the horizon for any retailers since I can’t imagine that the demand is too high.  But it sure would be nice to be able to walk into a store and find something that fits all my limbs.  (I’m whining again)

On that note, it’s been a busy summer/fall and I’ve been traveling quite a bit for personal and for work.  I’m always looking for tall stories and although it seems they’ve been a bit sparse recently, I’m hoping they’ll pick up.  Fingers crossed.

Tall Girl in a Wedding!!

Before you go thinking it’s my wedding, let me put aside that notion.  Mr. Tall Girl is proving himself quite elusive, although believe me, I’m still on the lookout for him.  (He’s out there.  I think.  Maybe.  I hope?)   I’m SO VERY proud to say I’m standing up for my sister, Heather and her fiancée, Noelle, this fall in Minneapolis, MN. Woo-hoo!

Now for those that don’t know me, this will be my 12th wedding.  Yes, you read that right 12.  I have been honored to have been in 12 weddings so far in my life.  I love weddings.  Period.  Love them.  I love being a part of them.  I love standing up, dressing up, waving as I walk down the aisle (at this point, I’m very comfortable walking down the aisle), the presents, the champagne, the wedding speeches, the tears, the dancing (I dance…a little), and THE BACHELORETTE PARTY!  Or parties, plural, as I believe a girl should really celebrate her pending nuptials multiple times.

The first wedding!  I was 21 years old.  See how my height was 'hidden'?

The first wedding! I was 21 years old. See how my height was ‘hidden’?

The hard part about being in a wedding has always been finding a dress long enough.  In the past I’ve gone to many, well-known bridal stores and they charge an extra $100 for the length in my dress.  But my sister is making is easy.  She said, “Get whatever you want.”

There will be two of us standing up for my sister (so far, anyway) and we’ve started looking for dresses.  Yay for being forced to shop for pretty dresses!  Crap – did you see the girly-girl in me just come out?

Here are 6 more of my bridesmaids dresses!  We put them to GREAT use at my 30th birthday party.  F.U.N.

Here are 6 more of my bridesmaids dresses! We put them to GREAT use at my 30th birthday party. F.U.N.   (Side note:  My hair is SO short!)

Another tough thing about being in weddings is…the height difference when you walk down the aisle with your partner.  Some weddings it’s a big deal.  Others, not so much.  I don’t think it will be a big deal in this wedding since we are all very tall.  And my sister, while a perfectionist, doesn’t care about this.

I am so incredibly excited about this that I could just pee my pants!  We have a shower coming up and a bachelorette party later this summer/fall (he he….look out MPLS/St Paul!).  To celebrate love…and I get to wear a pretty dress.

Now, let’s get working on my date for this big event.  It’s never to early to start thinking about my ‘Arm Candy’.  😉

Tall Shrinkage

Let me first start off by saying I’m 6’4″, dammit!

Now let me get into the story… I’ve been to the doctor quite a bit recently.  I started working out this summer to try to work off some of the LBs I gained over the past year and I was having some trouble with one of my knees.  Well, both actually, but one more than the other.  So I went to the doctor and that’s where the trouble began.

Usually when you go to the doctor one of the first things they do is take your height and weight.  After 4 trips to the doctors office, they kept describing my height anywhere from 6’2″ to 6’3″ and 1/4.

The nurses finally settled in at….. 6’2″ 1/2.  ARE YOU KIDDING ME?  That means I’ve shrunk and inch and a half.  I blame the short nurses for being unable to see the height chart.

I was once measured at nearly 6’5″!  In fact, I still have my high school height/weight measurements.  When I was 18 my high school gym teacher measured me at nearly 6’5″.   What the heck happened?  Is it gravity?  Is it because I’m 40?  *sigh*

Junior high through high school...Wow!

Junior high through high school…Wow!

I’m really not happy about this.  I want to be 6’4″.  I don’t want to be 6’2″.

And another thing, even though I’m lighter than the above weight chart (neveryoumind), the inch and a half shrinkage now means that my weight has less room to move.  Aargh!  Seriously, this isn’t funny.

I want to be 6’4″.  And hang out with celebrities because of my height.  See below:

I nearly blocked Shaq's shot...true story (kind of).

I nearly blocked Shaq’s shot…true story (kind of).

And lounge in my jammies with champagne:

Me hanging out with Hugh.

Me hanging out with Hugh.

Okay, that’s technically not really Hugh…or is it?  But seriously, I want my height back.  Period.

Dear Tall Men (Where are you?)

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I have a t-shirt just like this, it’s part of my dating criteria.

An update on this thing that is sometimes referred to as ‘Dating’:

I’ve been on Match.com for a little over 3 months searching for my other half and I have to admit, I’m sorely disappointed. I know I said I was going to have low expectations and high hopes and I really tried, but I couldn’t help but get excited every time I saw an email from a member of Match. My hopes were dashed each time. My entire life, height has never been an issue when I’ve dated. I’ve never cared about the height of the past men I’ve dated because I don’t want to miss out on a great personality. But this time I decided that I want to date ‘up’. I decided this because my last boyfriend was my height and I have to admit, I loved it. I want that again and unless some guy completely wows me, I need someone close to my height.

I’ve had 67 winks, 28 emails, 14 guys have favorited me, and my profile has been viewed over 600 times.  Setting aside the couple of guys who emailed me and I consider them to be friends, not a single guy has caught my eye.  At first I thought some of the guys were kidding around when I got an email from them and saw their profile.  But, I sent emails back just to be nice (most of the time).  And when I say kidding around, what I mean is they had profile pictures that they had obviously taken themselves either in the bathroom by a mirror or without a shirt on.  Very unprofessional.  But I tried.  I thought, “Hey, he’s probably really funny”.  Well, I’m here to tell you that they weren’t funny.  They were serious and a couple of them didn’t have jobs, or ambition, or a sense of humor and were actually quite disgusting.  Total flop.

I even emailed back the guys that obviously couldn’t read my requirements and were only 5’10” or 5’11”  Again, my mistake.  Wow.  I’d like to say what a total error this entire Match.com experiment was but I’m trying to remain positive.  It’s a delayed success.  Obviously I’m not meant to find my match, on Match.

Now on the other hand, I can’t expect the guys to do all the work so I probably should’ve emailed or winked at more guys than what I did.  I’ll admit, I only reached out to 5 guys.  None responded.  None.  Not a very big boost to my ego.

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I’m not sure why, but this picture seems to be the perfect picture to insert right about now.  Please note the butcher knife in my head.

Back to square one.  Well, kind of.  I guess you could say I didn’t really start out at a square at all.  I’m trying and I guess that’s the hard part.  One step at a time.

I caught a lot of flak for this the last time I posted about it.  The height thing that is. That’s okay, I’m a big girl and I can handle outside opinions.  But I’ll tell you, it’s what I want. I’m looking for a TALL GUY!!!  While I appreciate the opinions, I’ve had 39 years to figure this stuff out.  So (cute, fun, hilarious, etc) Tall Boys….come out of the wood work!!!  I’m waiting….

An update:  I’m adding on one more paragraph because the one thing I didn’t mention in this whole article is my height.  For those newbies that may not know, I’m 6’4″.

So you wanna start a Tall Club, eh?

You’re tall.  You feel like you hang out with a lot of tall people.  You think it would be fun to start a tall club.  So you talk to your other tall friends and everyone seems to think it would be fun and a great idea.  Now what?  Well, that’s what I’m here for!  I’ve got the inside info on how you can start your very own tall club and also how you too can become affiliated with Tall Clubs International.

The basic requirements:

  1. Men must be a minimum of 6’2″ and women must be a minimum of 5’10”.
  2. All members must be at least 21 years of age.
  3. Start-up clubs should be active for 6 months prior to application for membership
  4. Minimum membership prior to application for membership is 15 members.
  5. TCI annual dues are $3 per member, minimum of $45, due in January of each year.

The basic steps

  1. Name your club and elect officers
  2. Publicize your club (Facebook, Twitter, Meet-Up, etc)
  3. Begin having regular meetings and social events to attract more members
  4. Write your bylaws (samples available)
  5. Open a bank account and start collecting dues to fund events
  6. Once you have 15 members it’s time to apply for members ship!  (you must have authorization by a majority vote of your members directing the club president to seek membership through TCI)
  7. Contact TCI’s Vice President of Membership (tci-membership@tall.org) at least 60 days prior to the annual convention (usually the last weekend in June) to submit your application for membership.  You will need:
  • Letter of Application from your Club President
  • Letter of Sponsorship from another TCI club in good standing (find one that’s close in proximity to you or perhaps make friends with someone in a club OR contact me and I’ll direct you to someone close to you)
  • Send a check for 1/2 of the annual dues (minimum $22.50 for 15 members)
  • List of founding members (Include: names, officially measured height barefoot, zip code, and email address)

If all is in order, your new club will be nominated for membership at the annual Delegates meeting during Convention.

Some of my tall club members at Convention in Las Vegas in 2009 when I won Miss Tall International.

Why should I become affiliated with Tall Clubs International (TCI)?

  • Charity–TCI is affiliated with several charities so your funds go to some great charities such as Marfan Syndrome and Habitat for Humanity.
  • Parents–TCI is a little like your parent.  You have your local club and then TCI above your local club.  It’s a great dynamic.
  • Parties–do you like to party?  Yeah, me too.  And so do many of the TCI members.
  • Tall People–do you like to party with tall people?  Yeah, me too…..see where I’m going with this?
  • Tall Stores–what better place to swap stories about tall stores or even better swap clothes.  Or how about this, many tall stores offer discounts to members of TCI!!!
  • Miss Tall International–Are you single, female, and always wanted to wear a crown and a sash?  Perhaps you should consider running for Miss Tall International.
  • Ummmm…FUN–I don’t think I need to expand on this

Me and my tall friend Jan. This was taken at a Tall Christmas party!

Now, if you’d like to start a tall club please do!  If you would like more information on this please feel free to contact TCI Vice President (currently Genie Williamson) at tci-membership@tall.org.

I can also assist if you would like to contact me at misstallgirlramblings@gmail.com.  I can direct you to clubs near you or directly to TCI for further assistance.

If I could change 1 thing because I’m tall it would be…

Why not bigger tree houses?  We need bigger tree houses to better suit our taller bodies!

I’ve actually thought a long time about this…a long, long time and I’ve wanted to write about it but it’s a difficult and personal thing for each individual.  Someone that is 5’10” is going to want something much different than someone who is 7’8″. And the difference between males and females is also going to vary greatly as well.  I think what I personally would like to change is going to be very, very different than say, a guy that’s 6’10”.  But I guess we’ll see.

The more I thought about this the more I couldn’t narrow it down to one thing.  I can think of one thing that I want more than others, but there are multiple things that I want.  Typical female…I moved my list around so many times although my #1 stayed the same.  Here goes!

If I could change 1 (okay, more than 1) thing because I’m tall it would be:

1.  Airline Seats–now I know this one is obvious but I wouldn’t actually change the width because I fit fine in the actual seat.  It’s the distance between the seats needs to be longer!  My knees are right up against the back of the seat in front of me.  And if the jack-hole in front of me chooses to recline in their seat…I’m going to be a very unhappy passenger.  Or, the airlines could save the bulk-head and exit row seats (provided we can assist in the event of an emergency) for passengers over 6’2″ AND NOT CHARGE US EXTRA!!!!

I chose this for my number one because I travel a lot.  I spend so much money on extra leg-room and checking my luggage that my trips become much more expensive than I’d really like them to be.  An extra $25-$45 for the leg room both ways and then another $20-$25 for my bags, we’ve now added another $100-$150 to my already expensive trip!  Yikes.

Who has extra cash?  Apparently me…

2.  Tall Clubs InternationalTCI (Tall Clubs International) is such an important part of height awareness and they have so much to give as a social club and as a charity, but unfortunately the group is dwindling.  The club began in 1939 and there are still approximately 50 clubs throughout the Unites States with nearly 2,000 members however there was a time when the active membership was nearly 5,000.  I’d like to help get TCI back on the map with some beefed up membership and more active members but I’ll be honest, even I haven’t been very active myself lately.  Life tends to get in the way.  More membership, more advertisement, more sponsors…we need to get more activity!

My 6’4″ friend Megan who is a former President of Tall Clubs International and of course, Moi on the left.

3.  Clothes–okay, let me be a little more specific because personally I don’t have a terrible time finding clothes however there are 2 categories of tall people who need help with clothing:

  • Tall, plus sized-this combination is nearly impossible for women to find good, quality, and reasonably priced clothing.  Most women can’t spend $100 per shirt or $150 per pair of pants.  That’s simply too much for the average woman so there needs to be better availability of tall, plus-sized clothing as well as better pricing.
  • Clothes for the super tall-allow me to explain further.  I have a friend, Chris, who is 6’9″.  He shops at 1 store for almost all of his clothes.  1 store!  I don’t know how he does it.  For those men and women over 6’6″ with inseams over 38′, they need specialty stores that also aren’t horribly expensive and they also need greater access to these stores.

This is Chris and these are actually his hats. Wait, that’s not true. He really wears hats like this to distract people from his 6’9″ height. Okay…that’s not true either.

4.  Height Awareness-I’d like to change some perceptions that people seem to have about tall people.  We all play basketball, we are all freaks, tall women only want to date taller men (okay, for those of you that read my last blog yes, I am searching for a tall guy but that doesn’t mean I haven’t dated shorter guys in the past.  Don’t judge) and all the tall men only date women under 5 feet.  We all get labeled somehow.  We’ll I’ve come up with a few examples of things I’d like for people to know that it’s NOT okay to do or say.

  • It’s not okay to come up behind me when I’m not looking and stand back-to-back with me while your friends take your picture.  You might get punched, seriously.
  • I may or may not have played basketball and unless you know me, you probably should be careful what you ask.  Is it okay to touch a pregnant women’s belly?  Consider my feelings like that pregnant women’s belly…tread lightly.
  • To point and stare at me as I walk by is downright rude.  Learn some manners (unless you are under the age of 8, then it’s acceptable)
  • Thinking you are funny by saying something clever like ‘How’s the weather up there’ or ‘What’s up shorty?’ is really your way of indicating your very low IQ
  • Please don’t ask me to compare hands with you.  Yes, my hands are probably bigger.  I’d also wager that so is my brain.
  • No, my parents aren’t tall.  They are very short, I’m a mutant.  Who can explain science?

My family! All right…my dad is really tall, so is everyone else in my family.

So there you have it.  4 things that I would change and I KNOW I didn’t touch on some topics that others would want to change.  I wonder how much would actually change if I could at least get my wish with the first 4…..hmmmmm, I think I’ll go ponder that for awhile.

What it’s really like being 6’4″ and a woman!

Have a drink, you might need it.

Pull up a chair and grab a glass of whatever fortifies you.  We are about to get real.  The good, the bad, and the ugly.  I’m in this habit of baring my soul lately and laying all my cards on the table so I think it’s high time (pun intended) to talk about what it actually means to be 6’4″ and to be female.  I personally enjoy it most of the time but I can tell you, it’s not living high off the hog 100% of the time.  So get comfortable because I have a feeling this could be a long blog.  Let’s talk about how it all started…

I didn’t even notice I was tall until I was in 7th grade.  That may sound a little odd considering that I was 5’7″ in 6th grade but there were 4 of us total that were all 5’7″.  It wasn’t weird for any of us to be tall because there were so many of us.  Plus, having sisters and a family that were all above average, 5’7″ really seemed normal.  So when 7th grade hit, I kept growing and the other 3 girls stopped, that’s when I realized I was tall.  By 9th grade I was 6’1″ and starting varsity basketball.  I weighed about 155 pounds, tall and thin.

Freshman year and I got the smallest uniform (okay, maybe not but I wasn’t a small girl). Oh, in the event you can’t figure out which one is me, I’m 4th from the left in the back row.  Hot, huh?

By 11th grade I was 6’3″ and about 195 pounds and I had an attitude.  I didn’t understand why I was so tall and although I was very popular at school, I spent a lot of time being angry.  I don’t know that many of my friends would’ve even noticed it but when I look back at my journals they reveal just how mad I was.  Of course, I’m sure much of that was the normal ‘teen angst’ but I can see many of my journal entries pointed to the fact that I was SO DIFFERENT and TALL.  Why was I taller than everyone else?  Why didn’t boys ask me out?  Why couldn’t I wear name-brand clothes?  Why did I have to wear mens jeans?  Why do I have to play basketball?  Why can’t I find a single pair of pants that actually fit?

If I was a boy my height would be celebrated but I’m a girl and I get made fun of all the time!!!!

I can honestly say that in high school the only thing I liked about being tall was the fact that it helped me play volleyball and softball.  And of course, basketball, even though I didn’t care for basketball so much.  I loved volleyball and I was pretty good too.  Softball I played first base and I have to say I think I was pretty good at that as well.  Basketball…well, I was good because I was tall.  My best friend, Molly would throw me the ball and I would make the basket, hence the 45 point per game average.

By the time I was a senior, I really hated being tall.  Sports were the only thing that kept me sane because although I had some really great friends, I wasn’t like anyone else and I didn’t like it.  And sometimes, even playing sports was hard.  Opposing teams would come up with horrible nicknames for me.  Crowds would chant awful things at me, and yes, even the parents would go along with it.  I got mistaken for a boy more times than I can remember.  I cried a lot.

Most of my friends were 5’11” or much shorter so although some were tall, no one was 6’4″.  I was a head above most everyone and that was SO uncomfortable.  I did hunch my shoulders because I didn’t want to appear taller.  I wanted to fit in.  I wanted to look everyone else in the eye instead of having to bend down to hear what was being said.  I wanted to have a date!

I cursed the fact that I was tall because I wasn’t like everyone else. 

And then I went to college and a whole new world opened up to me.  My cohorts were my fellow volleyballers and basketballers and everyone was taller!  And most of my guy friends played football so they were much bigger.  Oh the joy!!!  I fit right in and I started  not to notice how tall I was because I was looking everyone else in the eye.  Also, in college everyone is weird because we were all trying to find our niche.  It somehow seemed ‘okay’.  I stopped being angry and started accepting my height as part of me.

Is my blog getting long?  Is it time to stop and eat something yet?  Yes???

Hot dog? Fries? or Both? Definitely both!

In college I pretty much ‘forgot’ that I was different because by then everyone was doing everything they could to be different.  Now I was just like everyone else and the ‘normal’ college-goers were the weird ones, sorta.  I could party with the best of them, I was very well-known partially because I was so recognizable but I also went to every party and knew everyone.  It was a wonderful time in my life with no responsibilities, lots of friends, and mischief and fun to be had everywhere!  I made the most of this time and I still maintain many of these contacts to this day (you ALL know who you are!).

I celebrate my height by playing the air guitar! What do you do?

Then the real world hit and although some of the frivolous fun had to be set aside for me to grow up, I realized the wonderful opportunity I had by being 6’4″.  I truly believe that everyone is given some attribute that they can use to their advantage.  Mine happens to be my height.  It’s up to each individual to figure out what they have so they can ‘rock it’.  And I personally believe that height is one of those things that all women should be proud of.  I’ll be honest, although I loved being tall when I was 25, I don’t think I’ve been ‘rocking it’ until I hit 30.  That’s when I realized that my differences do get me noticed.  But it doesn’t stop there.  In order for me to be the type of person I want to be I have to be kind, respectful, as FUNNY as I can, honest, loyal….you get the picture.  Get yourself noticed for your attribute, but then make sure that inside you are the person you want to be.  Anyway, here are a few things that I think are a direct result of my height (disclaimer:  these are my own personal opinions, so if you don’t agree or are offended…too bad)

  • I can gain up to 20 pounds and my pant size typically doesn’t change, true story
  • I get mistaken for an executive level a lot higher than what I actually am
  • I’m the first one noticed when I’m with a group
  • I can strike up a conversation with pretty much anyone, homeless person to cab driver to random person on the street
  • I actually love shopping (this is definitely a personal opinion because I have friends who strongly debate me on this but I’ve put in hours and hours finding out my sizes and which clothes suit me so I have a fantastic time looking at fashion)

Thought I was done writing, didn’t ya? Nope….I’m long-winded!

Okay, now let’s talk about the bad stuff.  Like I said, it’s not wonderful 100% of the time.  Sometimes I just want to go to Walgreen’s in my jammies and unwashed hair to get some toothpaste and tampons and I don’t want to talk to the random stranger about how awesome and amazing it is to be tall.  Can’t they leave me alone?

Or how about when I’m talking to a wonderful man and then when I excuse myself to use the restroom I don’t want to feel the disappointment when I see his shocked and horrified expression on his face because I forgot to mention how tall I was and he was unprepared for this ‘little’ surprise when I stood up (yes, this has happened to me multiple times).

And what about the comments.  Oh boy, the comments.  I ride the train a lot here in Portland and people simply love to comment under their breath, to whomever they’re with, or even to my face sometimes about just how tall I am.  It’s not always complimentary and it can be downright rude.  Just once I’d like to be given a free pass to smack someone.

I still dislike standing in a group of shorter people because it’s hard to hear what’s being said sometimes.  I’m not hard of hearing but if there are others around or even loud noises, it’s difficult to keep track of the conversation.  My mind will wander and then inevitably I’ll look like an idiot.

I continue to get mistaken for a man.  Yes, it’s true.  Especially if I choose to wear a baseball cap and some non-form fitting clothes.  Although I will say at a baseball game when I was asked, ‘What would you like, sir?’  I didn’t respond and the bartender finally looked up at me to notice I was female.  I smiled and when I said, ‘Beer’.  He handed me two and said, ‘On the house.’

Hmmm…I’m at a baseball game here.

The good, the bad, and ugly.  I know I missed a few things and everyone has their own personal stories but I hoped I covered enough in this VERY LONG BLOG.  I hope you are still awake.  🙂  Til next time.

Your ‘Tallness’ is back

Oh boy have I been having some fun the last few months. I’ve had so many changes happening in my life that it would be impossible to go through everything so here are probably the most important updates. (and I’m sure there will be more to come, life is a bit exciting right now!)

1.  I’ve been traveling (MD, MN, CO, WI, WA, IL) and I’ve picked up a few great memories and some new friends along the way.  Here are a few pics:

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This is me and my friend’s mom. Yes, I really am THAT tall!

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This is in CO (one of my favorite states). Melissa is 5’11” and her husband, Damian, is 6’5″ish…

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In Baltimore, MD at the Belgium beer festival and I met the 2 greatest bartenders in the city!! Yeah, bold, but I said it!

2.  I’ve been shopping!  (oh dear)  And my closet has never been more full.  I’m thinking about selling some of my older clothes and I found a great website to do so.  Here’s the link if you are interested in selling some of your own, tall, ‘gently-used’ clothing:  No Heels Required

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Here is one of my new dresses (Long Tall Sally) and one of my new friends from IA!!

3.  I’m single and ready to mingle…okay, I’ve been single for awhile now and I’m not so sure about the ‘ready to mingle’ part, but I’m working on it.  (There’s really no pics to do this one justice unless I put on a sad face and take a picture…)

4.  I turned 39.  It’s my last year in my 30’s so I’ve got to make the most of this year.  I also celebrated my birthday for several days and there may have been some sketchy characters involved.  BTW…the picture below does not indicate that these people from my birthday party were sketchy, they are merely my newest friends!

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These people really know how to show a new 39 year old a good time!

5.  I took pictures with random strangers who interest me.  Oh come on…who doesn’t LOVE to do this???

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In the event you can’t read the caption on this gentleman’s shirt, it says: ‘Why R U so small?’ It’s a must-have for every tall girl!

So, as you can see I’ve been terribly busy trying to find a social life and I think I’ve done a fairly good job. So many more stories to tell…but I think I’ll save a few for a later date.  Until then…..