There is no way to deny it. At five foot nine, I am tall.
If I’d been born a man I would be slightly on the short side of American normal, but as a woman, I stand out. I live in Los Angeles where there are many nationalities, many immigrants and second generation-ers. Not a lot of Northern European types around. So—my blonde hair? Also a beacon.
Ah but you can get blonde from a bottle. Height? Not so easy. Even the gals who risk their skeletal alignment and feet with stilettos may just look me in the eye.
“Oh, but you can reach the top shelf in the kitchen.”
“You look so much better in clothes.”
“It’s easier to see in a crowd.”
We tall are the first asked to retrieve things from that top shelf.
Often it is nearly out of our reach too, but we stretch and strain to assist.
Look better in clothes? Yeah–if you can find any that that are cut to your frame. It has only been the last few years that jeans and trousers have been made in ‘tall’. And they are usually the first to sell out (seems the shorter want their trousers to drag —a fashion statement). I remember the days when there was one ‘talls’ store and all the clothes looked like they ought to be worn by my grandmother. You can cut fabric to hem something too long. Too short and you are S.O.L.
Easier to see in crowds? Nope. Remember–we tall women are medium to short-ish guys. We are still blocked by those over six foot ‘gentlemen’ who insist on standing in the front. And they always seem to be right in front of us.
So what are the benefits of being somewhat vertically challenged? My BFF is a five foot nothin’-er. Diminutive, cute, often mistaken as someone half her age she garners doors open, unending supply of clothing in her size —’petites having been cut to her frame available for years, gallant offers of help, flirtatiousness from men and the ability to try on shoes off the rack. Yeah—little feet that fit the floor models.
She would argue these points, but hey—this is my blog. Lol. “They all look at you when you enter a room.” (There’s that ‘stick out in a crowd thing) Is that good? Seems tall can also be intimidating. Certainly makes it tough to ‘disappear’ in the crowd.
“Miss, the company doesn’t make shoes in such abnormal sizes.”
“We’re out of talls.”
“You can’t reach that either? Oh comeon–try.”
*clears throat* “I can’t see.” *Shuffles to the back* Now I can’t see. (Remember those six foot five guys?)
I have found a plethora of links to positive kudos from tall guys about being tall. *cricket chirps* on links to exuberant tall gals.
So what think you tall gals?? What are the blessings of being ‘stretch’?