Monday, September 8, 2014

A Beautiful Height

Being tall is hard.

Sometimes readers think I've got this height thing under control. I don't. 

There are days that I wish I was shorter. There are days when I go formal dress shopping and the dress shop owner gives me a disdainful look and asks, "You got asked to a dance?" Up until recently I could count on one hand how many times I had been called beautiful. There are days that I really want to wear heels, but I'm too afraid to. Dances are a nightmare. There are days when it takes all my patience to kindly answer the fortieth person to ask for my height. Contrary to popular belief, people do look at your feet--to see if you're wearing heels. If a random guy flirts with me, it's because I'm sitting down and my height is less obvious. There are days when clothes shopping makes me so frustrated that I have to walk away, regardless of the items left on my list. There are fields and activities that tall girls are not welcome in. Crossing my legs under a table or desk? Not possible. There are days when dating is a struggle and cruel names are tossed my way. Trees are too low. Jeans are too short. Drinking fountains are a joke. 

There are days that I just have to hide in my room and cry. Like yesterday.

So, no, I don't have my height thing under control. But you know what? That's okay. I've made progress. 

And of course, there are the days that people tell me that I carry myself like a princess. There are days where sweet old ladies stop me and tell me about the magazine cover they once saw that read "Tall is beautiful." I have amazing friends who know exactly what to say when I need it most. There are the days when people tell me that I should look into modeling. Random guys get excited and want to talk about basketball. Finding people in a crowd is simply easier. There are days that strangers stop me as I walk to class and tell me how much they admire me for being so tall and so comfortable with it.

There are days that I am called beautiful. Like yesterday.  

Additionally, there are the reminders from my Heavenly Father that He loves me. He puts incredible people in my path to remind me that I was designed the way I am for a reason. I may not know that reason for a very long time, but there is a reason. He knows me. He knows my desires, my hopes, my dreams, and my needs. He also knows what he needs me to be. And I know, I promise you, that He knows those exact same things about you. He loves us.

A tall girl is a beautiful girl. Don't ever forget it.