Confessions...

Of A Tall Girl

Some are fleeting thoughts, some I think about often, some I never think about anymore and some I still do.  I don't always think these things, they just sometimes cross my mind.

But generally, most of the time, I really am happy with my height. Deep down I wouldn't want to be any different, because then (cliché time) I wouldn't be ME.

 


So love is hard and love is tough
But love is not what you're thinking of

 
  I confess, in High School, I used to wonder what it would be like to be a short petite cheerleader.  To stand in front of everyone, cheering, doing back flips and have all eyes on me.  To be described as that ‘cute girl’ and just be that short cute girl.  Not that in ‘real’ life I would EVER want to be a cheerleader, but is some surreal world just experience it for a moment or two.
  I confess,  I wonder what it would be like to be of average height.  Would people still remember me, after only meeting once?  How would people describe me?  "Bex is that cute girl with brown hair and sits over there" … instead of, "Bex is that tall girl."
  I confess, I  want to be able to wear any size heel and not be embarrassed to stand next to a short person.
  I wish I could ask someone ELSE to get things down from the top shelf for me.  
  I confess, I often wonder how my life would be different if I were 5’5” or so … I know it certainly would be different, but how?  
  I used to get so jealous of all those small, skinny High school and college girls that wore those cute small girl clothes and got all those cute tall frat boys.  I don’t really feel this way anymore, but I did.  
  I confess, despite all my talk of “I looooooooove being tall” and “I would never want to be short”, I don’t mean it 100%.  Sometimes I just want to be ‘normal’ and not stick out in a crowd.  Even as I tell someone that I love being tall, I really want to tell them the truth; sometimes it sucks,  
  I confess, I really don’t like being stopped by strangers and talking about my height.  This really isn’t a confession, as much as common knowledge.  
  I confess, I used to be so embarrassed by my skinny legs, I hated going to the beach.  In fact, I hated being so skinny in general.  In High School was on average about 120 to 125lbs.  Now I am about 135-140.  The 140 scares me, that sounds so heavy to me … I often forget I am almost 6’3”, therefore 140 is spread out more.  It just sounds so ‘fat’.  
  I confess, when I was younger, my parents took me to a Dr to see about going on some hormone drugs to stop my growth.  I am forever grateful for not doing it, as who knows what might happen to me decades later.  
  I confess, whenever I come across another tall girl, just out of the blue, like in a mall, I either don’t look at her, walk the other way or try to avoid her.  I have NO idea why.  If I dig deep down, I think it’s because I am embarrassed to be seen with another tall girl because I know we will get double the stares and attention.
But if another girl who has been my friend for awhile and is tall, this does not bother me.  In fact, I like it, because I am not alone in being tall!
 
  I confess, I sometimes don’t like when people tell me I should model.  
  I confess, I don’t like when people tell me I am too thin and need to put on weight.  It makes me uncomfortable  
  I confess, to being uncomfortable walking or standing next to really short people.  I try to tell myself it doesn’t matter and it shouldn’t bother me, but it does.  
  I confess, I wonder what I would say, if I were ‘normal’, and came across myself.  What stupid comment would I make?  
  I confess, I am worried that my future children will be freakishly tall and have a hard time with it.  And it will be my fault.  
  I confess to getting angry when people on TV (Such as The Insider or ET) go on and on about how so and so actress is SO TALL.  That this actress just towers over them, wears heels and has legs that go on forever, and the actress is only 5’10”.  Ok, that is considered tall, but what the heck would they say if she were over 6’!?  
  I confess, I will never understand why tall guys date short girls.  Don’t they realize that the tall girl have few to choose from, and is annoying to see all that height wasted.  
   I confess, I would get embarrassed when going to the gym to work out.  I know I am one of the skinniest girls in the gym, but I feel so self conscious when I am there.  This is the reason why I never work out.

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