Life As A Tall Girl
Boy do I relate to this article! - but this girl is much taller than I am. It wasn't until I moved to New York City 29 years ago that I realized I wasn't the tallest girl on the planet. Thank goodness my Nana, of blessed memory, made all my clothes... or my arms would have hung out and I would never have been able to find a proper inseam in my size back then. Things have changed and we are more aware of the differences in people's bodies. Especially women's. Though we are still fixated on unhealthy skinny-ness. By Rebecca Thomas Everywhere I go people stare at me. At the grocery store children gawk at me wide-eyed, craning their necks and pointing as they tug their mothers’ shirts. When I pass people on the street, I hear them mumble comments about my appearance. I am not deformed or handicapped, I’m not a circus attraction. I have strawberry blonde hair and blue eyes. What makes me different is that I’m 6-foot-4, and I’m a woman. My entire life has been influenced ...