Tall Girl Tells...

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tall-girl-problems:

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I LOVE THIS SO MUCH. 

Fair warning: It’s finals week, I’m feeling rant-y, I am not in a sane state of mind, I’m currently avoiding studying.  Continue at your own risk. 

Shut up. Just really, close your mouth please. You’re 6’1 in gym shoes if you’re lucky AND A GUY. I could only dislike you more if you asked me if I played basketball.

I was on a retreat recently and at the end one of my good guy friends asked me to take a picture of him and two other guys.  One of whom I’ve gotten to know a little better since the retreat, the other, the annoying one, I’ve always had a problem with.  He’s just one of those guys that goes directly from girl to girl, relationship to relationship, and he does so in our church community. The man is literally shopping for a wife, and it annoys me. 

While I recognize that yes, 6’1 is decently tall this is my blog and I will rant to my heart’s content. I will also shamelessly admit to standing near Jack and Brendan (the other two guys) just to give my neck a break, but they know I do it and they lovingly laugh at me for it…they laugh at me and I laugh at them when they stand near their below average friends.  We have relationships outside of our height.  It just happens to be something that made our friendship a little different, gave us something a bit unique to bond over.  

NOT THE CASE WITH CURTIS COOL. I barely know the guy. It took me quite a while to get over using my height as an awkward silence filler.  Becoming confident in my height meant being okay with talking about it, which I admittedly did, ALL the time..but then I realized it wasn’t exactly attractive and now I put effort into doing the exact opposite; only talking about my height when the other person mentions it first, and even then I try and steer the conversation in their direction.  

So warning to all those, shorter than I, who wish to complain about their height: just don’t. Go find some 5’9 chick who’s convinced she’s directly linked to the amazons because her jeans don’t always cover her shoes, and talk about getting a comment every other week, and keep in mind that I’m almost a foot taller than the average female in the US and that the average male has to look up at least four inches to meet my eyes. 

RANT OVER. Attaching photos for evidence. MY LIFE. 

Crap I’m leaning in the picture…BUT YOU GET MY POINT. 

Today’s one of those days I shouldn’t be allowed to talk to people, so instead I spend my time online. Judge away my friends. 

Here’s a picture of my fellow tall girls, because I love them and they make me happy. 

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I managed to break my big toe last week. How? I thought you’d never ask. 

I slipped down the stairs.  Not fell.  Not was rushing and tumbled.  Not was playing and had it coming.  Slipped.  I was literally talking to my mom and brother one minute and on my butt five steps further the next.  I have what’s called an Avulsion Fracture.  The tendon in my big toe, when stretched farther than it’s meant to be, pulled with it a chunk of toe bone.  I DON’T UNDERSTAND IT EITHER. 

On the bright side, now when people look down to my feet to see if I’m rocking heels with my super stylish sweatpants they’ll see a medical shoe. Better than just a pair of tennis shoes right? Let’s go with yes.  

Also, the dumb shoe I have to wear for the next month comes with about 2 inches of padding on the bottom.  So I am now 6’2”/4”…depending on which foot I’m standing on. 

Hobble baby hobble baby hobble. 

The worst part about being tall is the unavoidable eye contact over the bathroom stall.

Rule Numba One.

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