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.

Happy New Year!

Happy New Year!

I’m not one for making formal resolutions but I will be making some changes and improvements in my life. Here’s my list.

  1. Exercise and Eating Habits

This is nothing special, I know that’s practically everyone’s goal. I’ve been riding on my constantly growing height which allowed me to eat anything, and everything, all day, everyday, and not gain an ounce. Problem is, I’ve finally hit six feet and if I grow anymore I’ll cry. So I think, or at least I hope I’m done getting taller. I figure I ought to develop a better lifestyle before it gets really difficult when I get older. And by then, it’d probably be too late. More a matter of reversal than a matter of prevention, and that’s much harder. So yes, that. I will be eating better and implementing some exercise in my life.

2.   Stay in Touch

I love all of my friends and family. I’m sure they don’t always feel the love though, and I’m going to make more of an effort to get that message across from here on out. I live my life lost in thought most of the time, and I’m not very expressive emotionally. Growing up, I moved around quite often, and as a result, keeping in touch with loved ones isn’t second nature to me. On top of that, phones freak me out and I can’t stand calling people. I answer my cell with my work greeting by accident all of the time, because that’s the only time I’m ever on the phone. So yeah, that too. I will be sure to keep in contact with my family, because they are amazing, and my friends, because I’d be crazy without them.

3.   Improve my Skills

          Knitting and crocheting is kinda my thing. I learned when I was 7, I didn’t actually start making things until I was around 12. And then ’til high school my repertoire was exclusively composed of squares and rectangles. Oh, and trapezoids when my projects when terribly wrong. I have since added circles to my range of skills, and I make hats. With heavy assistance, I have made wool boots and a pair of socks. But it’s about time I expand again, so this year I’m going to learn how to knit cables and read patterns.

More skills to improve on would be my media skills. Considering the fact that I am studying Emergent Media in school and I aspire to be a content creator/social media consultant, I am taking it upon myself to learn as much as I can. It starts with WordPress! Next up will be Photoshop and Final Cut. I’ll more than likely post my creations up here as well, so give me feedback! And don’t be too mean, I am but a student!

4.   日本語 and Español

My language learning took a back seat this last semester in school. The class I need for Japanese isn’t available until the Spring, so I’ll be squeezing some time out of my days to practice. I’ve forgotten so much already, I’m afraid to see where I’d end up in the Spring if I didn’t review now. And I just want to learn Spanish, it’s getting to a point where it’s almost fundamental for any job. So yes, that. My Spanish speaking friends ought to beware, because I’m going to drive you loco asking you to teach me Spanish. Thanks in advance lovelies!

Those are my main goals for the year 2014. I hope everyone had a great time last night ringing in the new year. I worked downtown and saw the fireworks and danced with my coworkers all night. I was working, but it was a great time. So here’s to everyone making 2014 awesome. Happy things!