Lieju said:
I mean, my grandma pities very loudly tall women because they 'can't find a man'.
Not because they aren't attractive, but because a woman being taller is 'inappropriate'.
Weird, if you ask me. (and hopefully just a sign of an older generation)
Sad to say that she has a point. Negative perception of us tall women isn't a relic of times past. Though people talk about not having a problem with our height (especially online) it's mostly just that: talk. When faced with the reality of being around us, lots of people simply vanish into the woodwork. Women disappear because they don't want to be around a girl so tall that they
assume is going to attract all of the attention (since they also buy into the myth of others not having a problem with us) and a significant number of men who are shorter disappear because...? Insecurity? Our height is actually a turn-off? I don't know, and I won't pretend that I do. That would be unfair.
On bare feet, I'm 5'11.5" - only half an inch shy of 6'. It's hard to shop for clothes because my legs and arms are so long. My shoe size is 11, 12, or 13 depending on how the shoes are cut, and most women's shoes stop at 10 (occasionally 10.5). Shopping sucks and there are times I walk away in tears because I find lots of things that I like, but nothing that fit me. I'm too tall. And shoe stores? They're hell on earth. Few things ruin my day more than shoe shopping.
I brought all of that up to illustrate how hard it is for me to find outfits that make me feel confidently feminine, fun, or cute. I can't mix and match styles because I can't find enough clothes of different patterns and cuts that actually fit me. My selection is extremely limited. So when I DO find those magical outfits and walk into public feeling great about my appearance, it's a very special thing.
Then along comes the height issue. Nobody notices my clothing. Nobody notices my shoes. My hair, my eyes, my smile, and all the rest of my features disappear into the repetitive chorus of "OMG, yr tallz." Worse still are the people who question my fashion choices because of my height, and that happens frequently. I wear vertical stripes, and suddenly I'm accentuating my shameful height. Wear horizontal stripes and suddenly I'm a barbershop pole (I'm also extremely thin, no hips to speak of, and boobs the size of peas). However, the worst crime of them all is when I wear heels or wedges, and I LOOOOVE wedges. I push 6'4" when I wear them, so that's when I get the most disheartening comments. Even my own mother asks "Why do wear those when you're already so tall?" Thanks, mom... you gave me half of my genes, you know?
It sucks when the things that make me happy are the very same things that others use against me because of a physical feature that I didn't ask for. I've spent so much of my life trying to find my inner beauty and being comfortable with my body, but the vast majority of the feedback I get from the outside world focuses on nothing but my height: a feature I can't hide and one that people use as a springboard to everything else they see wrong about me on the outside.
Thing is, I have a personality. I have a sense of humor. I have interests that I hope others share. I'm wickedly smart. I'm a writer and a musician. I'm NOT just "that tall girl" who supposedly has the world at my feet. A pathetically low number of people don't (or don't care to) realize that.