The grass is
always greener…
I was on
Facebook and saw a post that just grabbed me the wrong way. Get ready for a
rant.
I
am just at six feet tall. Growing up I was told models are tall, you should be
happy. I was invited to play basketball a lot but yeah no I’m not the most
athletically inclined. You get called the most unflattering names like
Gigantor, Lurch, or treetop. I had the president of the company
once call me Olive Oyl in front of the whole company. When I was around shorter
women I was the one the guys asked to lift the other end of the couch like the
5’6” woman wouldn’t be as strong. But I wasn’t the one they asked out. Guys
were intimidated by my height like the fact I could see eye to eye made them
smaller somehow. And don’t get me started on how many times I’m called sir or
mister. And don’t say I should dress up; I went to a pub with some shorter gal
pals wearing a dress and made up to the nines on ladies night. They all got in
just fine but I was asked for the cover charge. Argh! A guy having to pull the
seat up after I’ve driven is a hint the date isn’t going to go well. Not all
guys are hung up on height. The least hung up on height guy I dated was a full
foot shorter but dancing was out. Yes, I can reach things on the top shelf but
I also bang my head on shelves and doors. Getting in and out of a bus or car
can be deadly. I can be intimidating, I remember going to a book signing at
Dragon Con and looming over Charlaine Harris. I’m
sure she felt awkward. I know I did. I’ve had others feel intimidated until
they get to know me.
I’m aware
that there is bias against petite women as well. They are treated like dolls
and not taken seriously. There is also a litany of names they are treated to as
well.
With all
that being said I like who I am and there are lots of young women out there a
whole lot taller than I am. What I want to say is that there are good things
and bad about being tall or short and you should just love yourself.
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