Five Foot Twelve

I got my new jeans in the mail yesterday. Yes, in the mail. Because there’s this secret size called extra long that you probably never knew existed. And they can only ever be ordered online. The struggle of not being fat enough to be as tall as you are, let me tell ya..

You don’t know how happy I am to have jeans that fit again. The past few months since my last pair ripped have been so tough. I’ve had to be more creative about dressing if I wanted to look like I cared about life. I couldn’t just have any tshirt on plus my nice pair of jeans. I had to wear skirts, and leggings, and actually put together outfits. Shoes were a thing I had to take into consideration. It’s been a mess. I only hope I haven’t walked out of the house looking like I escaped an asylum, but I’ll never know. Thankfully, I no longer have to worry, because I have jeans and I can focus my brain power on more important things.

Can I tell you what I’m sick of hearing from people? I’m sick of people talking about being tall like it’s some heaven ordained blessing upon a small population of lucky souls. I’m not hating on height. I’m past that rut…for the most part. But it is what it is, and nothing more. For all you short people, don’t be envious of us tall individuals. Our height isn’t some super power. We have problems too, y’know.

You know what you short people get that we don’t? FREE MONEY.

If you’re 4’10” or shorter, the government gives you disability aid. I guess you’re considered too short to fully function in society? I don’t know. The world just wasn’t built for you, boo hoo. You aren’t the only ones. Where are the tall checks, government?! What? Being oversized isn’t as much a handicap as being undersized? Did Obama tell you that nonsense?? What do short people need more money for? We’re the ones who have to spend extra money just to be clothed and clean! Somebody get me the stats on how much more tall people spend on soap, and lotion, and…shaving cream per year! I’m sure it’s staggering. That’s a lot of limb to take care of, people. A LOT OF LIMB.

I share his sentiment.

And don’t get me started with looking for clothes that fit. Oh, you think modeling is great? You think tall people are so lucky because they get to be models? I’m sorry, get to be? We have to be, because it’s the only way we can get anyone to make clothes in our size. Nobody is trying to starve to death just to take pictures in crazy conditions for even crazier people. Not for no good reason. This is a survival tactic! And I stand with all of those troopers, fighting the good fight for tall people everywhere. Power on down those runways, ladies! You’re doing a great work!

OH! And I bet you shorties out there don’t have to deal with knee problems much. I also bet that in the event you do, a loving support group will be right there for you throughout your whole recovery. And you can do lovely things like inform your employers that you’re suffering knee issues and they just accommodate you.

Yeahhhh…jack up a knee when you’re 5’10” or taller, you get no sympathy. None. It’s an expected trial in your life. Seek help and hear responses like, “Bout damn time,” and, “What else is new,” or, “There’s some crutches in the garage, go grab some ice and sit down,” or maybe, “Limp yourself to the car and we’ll go to the hospital right after my show ends, geez.”

Try to garner sympathy or get out of doing laborious tasks that will legitimately pain you. It doesn’t work. There will always be another tall person to 1up your suffering and ruin your day.

“Could you get that box for me, please? It’s too heavy, I have knee problems.”

“Pfft, welcome to life, youngblood. I don’t even have knees! You pick that up yourself!”

…Well then!

 

Then there’s all the deep emotional scars.

Like going to Nordstrom in 6th grade. Y’know, a department store that emphasizes collections with tall, larger-footed women in mind? Yeah, going there and asking an associate if he could get this shoe in a size 10 and having him LAUGH AT YOUR FACE.

Or going to the bakery in the supermarket as a kid. Wandering around, trying to look adorable and hungry so the bakers see and offer you a cookie, and GETTING NO COOKIE BECAUSE YOU’RE TOO TALL FOR YOUR AGE AND THEREFORE NOT CUTE ANYMORE.

How about talking to guys, and having to go through the nauseating ‘wow you’re tall’ conversation upon every meeting. It only goes one of two ways. Either he rambles himself into a pit of insecurity about being the shorter one, or he rambles himself into a pit of reassurance about liking tall girls and it being totally okay. Cool even. It’s always a mess of an exchange and I’ve never figured out a right way to respond.

But you short chicks wouldn’t have that problem would ya? That’s right, because you are the problem.

This is not kosher. Stay in your lane.

Isn’t free money and all the fabric you don’t even need enough for you people? You’re just gonna take our fitting suitors too? The nerve.

 To think that after all of that, you have the audacity to complain about how hard it is to be short, and how lucky we are to be tall, and how you can’t reach the cups in your cabinets, or whatever. Who wants to reach the cups in their cabinets? I’d welcome having somebody else get them for me anytime! Or just drink your juice from the bottle and deal with less dishes at the end of the day. Y’all are trippin’.

Tall is tall.

Short is short.

Average is average.

Can we stop it with the, “oh it must be nice?” It’s not. For anybody. Or it is. But we all want what we don’t have.

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4 Replies to “Five Foot Twelve”

  1. Stormy, I wish you knew how hard it is being a short man though. I mean I’m still taller than the average girl but I’m shorter than the average guy. And EVERY single pair of pants I’ve bought has to be tailored and taken up. Why do I have to pay the extra expense just because of the height that God (or nature) made me? Although, I’ve recently come to find that skinny jeans are the exception to this problem.
    Then there’s the overwhelming fact that just about every girl out there prefers to date tall men. And since it sounds like you’re tall yourself, you’d probably never even consider a guy like me. I don’t see why height matters to women so much when dating.
    And on that note, I’ve checked out not only this site but also your Instagram and stuff and I think you’re crazy cute and would love to get to know you. Any chance? Give a good guy a chance…

    Your new not-so-secret admirer

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