Tuesday, August 09, 2005

Being tall, feeling short.

Now I know how the general population imagine people of height must love being able to reach the top shelf in the kitchen, but for most of my life I hated it.

As an obsessed teenager, friends would scold me saying how lucky I was, and how they wished they were taller – but come on, how many romance books have a heroine over five eight? There is good reason for this, over a certain height you just become gangly, and gangly people can’t dance*. And tall people often have to try to fade in, (you can usually tell by the way they slouch and lean against things and after a lifetime it becomes a hunch** or maybe they have the lady Di head hung look) but this just emphasises the long bits.

And to agonise my situation, I liked wearing heels. I know that sounds bizarre because most people enjoy the extra height by wearing heels, but I wasn’t after that – I was after the sexy feeling high- heels give me.

Luckily I looked down long enough to meet my husband and then didn’t wear heels for a decade, as it took me that long to work out he thought the heels were sexy too! (In moments since I have often wondered whether my perception that most men of my dating days, wouldn’t be interested (because of my height) was true? Did I miss an army of suitors*** because I was too self-loathing to perceive them?)

But enough of that… back to today’s shortness.

My aunt and cousin are visiting us which is a real treat ‘coz I haven’t seen my cousin since she was a bridesmaid at our wedding. She was a plump average eight year old then. Today she is a six foot two, twenty-one year old, drop-dead-gorgeous-goddess.

“Wow, you grew!” were my original first words to her, but then I’ve never been in this position before (looking up at a girl!)

Unluckily her length is in her legs and though she may look spectacular I know what a bitch it is trapising around shops trying to find jeans long enough to cover them! And then nature insists on having feet big enough to cope with legs that long…

And then there’s her shape! Surely a nightmare to fit! My father talks of women whose waists he could encompass with his hands – but as I’d never seen it, how could I be expected to believe? All the tall women I know (including me) appear straight, this being another downfall of height. (Except… in the years I’ve had my children I’ve discovered this has its benefits too, because weight doesn’t show as quickly.)

So as I’m standing there feeling short and the children are toppling backwards trying to see her face, I notice she’s wearing flats. My aunt (of my height) sees my gaze and grins at me, “She won’t wear heels at the moment. New boyfriend.”

I’m not sure if I should weep for the girl or laugh. Either way I’m too short to make it credible that I have any idea what she’s going through and offer sympathy. And anyway being short isn’t a breeze either, it’s intimidating for one, and your neck hurts after a while.


* As I have grown up I have discovered this isn’t true and that, unbelievably, it’s just me who can’t dance!
** I don’t have a hunch, as I have excellent posture beaten into me by my father.
*** I’m getting carried away with dreaming… but hey, it’s my dream, so why not?


Blogger mm said...

I'm 5'4" Debi. You can still look down at me! :^)

Wednesday, August 10, 2005 12:20:00 am  
Blogger Anduin said...

I'm 5'4" too! I'm short and stubby. I have short legs and have to buy petit pants which hardly anyone carries in my size. We're never happy with what we have are we. ;-)

Wednesday, August 10, 2005 1:06:00 am  
Blogger Douglas Hoffman said...

I'm sure lots of guys hankered after you, Debi, because of your height. In college, we called this male urge "Climbing Mt. Everest."

I'm 5'6", so you get to look down on me ;o)

Wednesday, August 10, 2005 2:22:00 am  
Blogger MarkD60 said...

When I was in the Navy and was new on the ship, still learning (the hard way) how to duck for all the pipes, cables and low waterproof doors, I read on the bathroom wall: "If I was much shorter I would be much happier". I laughed out loud because I thought that meant that I wasn't the only one with a banged up head, walking around on a ship that seemed like it was designed for midgets. At the time, I was seriously tired of repeatedly banging my head on solid metal objects. I thought it was a very funny thing to write (and read) on the bathroom wall.
Later I found out that "shorter" means getting out of the Navy sooner. A person with one year to go in his enlistment is shorter than a person with two years.
But if I had to choose, I'd pick more height over less.

Wednesday, August 10, 2005 3:24:00 am  
Blogger Jona said...

Thanks Maureen!

Anduin, I must admit I've always imagined when things were too long, people just turned them up - but with some thought I now realise the style would be killed! We all have our burdens...

Doug, now you've totally FREAKED me! They had a name that came with an urge?! I am NOT telling my cousin about this!

Mark, it struck me that the author may well have been aiming for the double entendre! and I didn't know you'd been in the navy (I want pictures, preferably in uniform...;o))

Wednesday, August 10, 2005 5:40:00 pm  
Blogger Sheen V said...

As an admirer of women in heels, I'm glad to see that you find heels attractive and sexy to wear. I wish more women would discover this too!

Friday, August 12, 2005 4:27:00 pm  

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