A Tall Order

A Tall Order

Mallory Carty, Writer

For many people, it’s annoying when someone states obvious things such as: the sky is blue, rain is wet, books are a solid. Now imagine every single day, 65% of people you see saying one of those facts. It gets really old really quick. And that’s what it’s like being a 6’2, 17 year-old girl. I cannot go anywhere without someone stating the obvious fact that I am in fact tall. There are always the daily questions of, “Do you play basketball?”, or “Are you a volleyball player?”. Thank goodness I wasn’t completely uncoordinated, or that would make for a lot of disappointed strangers when I sadly answer no to both of those questions. Now, imagine your biggest insecurity is the first thing people see when they see you, and they’re not ashamed to just point it out; not comment on it, not compliment it, just simply state the fact. Let’s say you’re insecure about your nose, and every time someone see’s you, they just simply say, “Your nose is big!”, or if you hate your feet, and everyone constantly says: “You have tiny feet!”. That’s not fun, or news to you. The conversations when you’re a tall girl are just redundant. They’re the same statements, same questions all the time. The best thing is when people say “Isn’t it awkward taking pictures with people?”, or “I bet it’s awful trying to find a guy since you’re taller than most of them”, and just giving me a fun review of all the great struggles of being tall. It’s not all bad though. My favorite part of being 6’2 is when I hear a guy, who only comes up to my nose, tell a girl that he’s 6’1. It’s very amusing to me when guys lie about their height to people to seem more impressive. All in all, being tall is a redundant, amusing struggle. And to answer the most classic question: the weather is fine up here, thank you.