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The Elephant in the Room

Let’s address the elephant in the room. 

Sometimes it’s hard being tall. 

There, I said it and we can all breathe.

Yes.  We have all had those times where we want to cry because someone calls us a freak or tells us that we shouldn’t wear heels.  Or the times when people call you a giant or squint really hard trying to see if you have an adams apple because there is no way that you could really be a woman who is THAT tall.

I have felt all of this and I know you have too.  It’s OK.  In the end you get the last laugh. Now 31 and 6’6”, I at least get the giggles everyday because I know that the people who question our beautiful tall quality are ashamed that they don’t have it.  I know that when I wear my 5” heels that the reaction should empower me because there is no way that the people staring could do it themselves.  I know that tall is beautiful every day, all day, 365 days a year.

How did I get to this point? That could take a month of Sunday's to explain but since I only have this blog, let me break it down…

Like you, I was always a head and shoulders above everyone.  People always thought I was older then my age and often checked my birth certificate for confirmation.  Kids were mean little things.  They always found a way to make the same comment hurt like a new one.

As I grew older (pun intended) I found myself to not only be the tallest one in school but also the blackest.  That’s not very PC but that is exactly what it was.  I, and a handful of other kids, were the only ethnic people in my school.  Thus, I was double different and got double the input.  There wasn’t a day that went by where I wasn’t reminded that I wasn’t normal.

I was never the athletic type and rebelled against the sea of people begging me to dribble or spike.  When I entered the 7th grade, I gave in to basketball.  While I immediately loved the sport, it didn’t love me.  I had to work day and night to be good.  The assumption that a tall person is automatically amazing in sports is false and I had to combat that on a daily basis. As you can see I had a lot to deal with and quite frankly was depressed for most of my high school years.

I worked my way into a full ride basketball scholarship at the University of the Pacific.  My life changed there.  I grew out of my awkward stage, found my voice, embraced my uniqueness and built a house of confidence on the foundation my parents had been tirelessly fostering for years.  I picked up all of the pieces and built an amazing me.  I can’t really tell you how it happened, I just know that I am now a strong, tall, beautiful woman that uses every word, good or bad, to empower my path.  

No matter how it happened for me, please know that it will happen for you too.  The broken road you are traveling on leads right to the YOU that you want to be.  Every crack, bump and pothole will be paved over with extraordinary confidence.  Take knowledge from every word of the weak and use it to walk taller.

Tall is absolutely, unequivocally BEAUTIFUL.  I have said it many times and will say it until the wheels fall off.  We have to show and tell the world.  When we are empowered we must empower others and that is exactly why I created TallSWAG.com and my t-shirt line T SWAG.  If we don’t tell them nobody will!

If you take anything away from my story please know that you are the only one in this world that can do YOU the best.  Love everything that God has given you and celebrate it with the world! 

I believe that everything happens for a reason and if what I have gone through helps anyone for one minute, then it was worth every second.  

I would never tell someone that they must share their story but if you want to, please do.  If you just want to share it with me, then just share it with me.  If you want to share it anonymously, share it anonymously.  If you want to share your story with a picture, video and 32 page photo montage, let's do it!

Bottom line: If you want to share, no matter how you do it, I know that there are those that want to hear.  Post a comment below or email your story to info@TallSWAG.com.  I promise I will respect all of your wishes.

Thanks for listening to my story.  I can't wait to read yours.

Stand Tall.  You are amazing! NEVER ever EVER forget it. 

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Thanks for sharing your story! I'm sure it will help many women.

I am 6'3" now but I hit 6'0" when I was 10 years old. At a time when most kids haven't started growing yet, I was taller than most adults. Needless to say, it was a little rough. Growing so tall so fast at such a young age coupled with the lack of clothes that fit me, it was definitely awkward.

Luckily, I wasn't teased too much but I did get the occasional nickname; Shorty, Jolly Green Giant, Iron Giant, Lady Godzilla you get the gist. Not to mention the endless comments and stares from the general public (who I call "those less fortunate")

This road hasn't been easy but it definitely has made me who I am. You have to laugh about this stuff sometimes or it will get to you. I always remind myself that God made me who I am for a reason. He could have easily made me "average-sized" but He didn't. For that, I am blessed and very grateful.

January 31, 2012 | Unregistered CommenterElayna

You are right Elayna...God made each and EVERY one of us for a reason and we are so blessed!

I can definitely relate to growing super fast and being gawked at by the "less fortunate" <-Which I am totally going to use by the way:) But now I can see how it shaped me into EXACTLY what he wants and needs me to be so it was all worth it!

Thank you for your story! Have a great day and TallSWAG it all day!

Alicia Jay

February 1, 2012 | Unregistered CommenterAlicia Jay

Your.story is.awesome and mirrors a lot of my daughter. Although I'm tall she's taller than me and we've discussed so much of what you explained. When we went looking for heels.for her homecoming. I told her that if she wants to.wear heels.....stand tall and wear them proud!!! It's just something about a tall woman, in heels and happy to be tall. She loves being tall but she's heard every negative comment under the son. Thanks for.sharing.

February 1, 2012 | Unregistered CommenterNicole

You are welcome to use it anytime you want. It was my mom that came up with it actually. :)

February 1, 2012 | Unregistered CommenterElayna

Hej Alicia

I enjoyed your story and keep finding I should say mine too. We all have different paths and come to finding some happiness in our own way, but I think it helps those who are having problems see what is good about themselves. So here is my story.

I'm from a tiny place in AB, Canada and am 27 now. These days I live in Københaven, Denmark and am very happy with life. That wasn't always the case. I'm 1.90 m or just about 6'3 and am very thin. At times I let this get to me, but now I consider my body a blessing because seeing that being different is beautiful has made me a better person. My family isn't particularly tall. My Dad and brother are about 5'10, mom is 5'7 and none of my cousins or uncles is over 6'. I was the tallest in the family before I turned 12 and was far and away the tallest girl in the school. There are a lot of switched at birth jokes in my family, but you can tell my brother and I look a lot like our parents:-) I'm just the family freak.

The school was a small one and there were years when I was the tallest in my grade or even in the school. The other kids teased me a lot about my height and being rail thin. What I didn't realize is many of the kids got teased. I think most of the teasing wasn't focused so they learned to ignore it, but my differences were always with me so I took it to heart and became a depressed teen, The girl's gym teacher was after me for basketball and volleyball, but I was too upset with myself to even try. I did run a lot with my dog and still run a lot. I would have probably been ok in track and that would have been good for me, but I never did it.

My brother Jon is about three years older and he was always supporting me when I needed it. He was very popular and I used to think that maybe if I was shorter maybe I would be too. I didn't realize that he had developed a really great personality. My dad was absent a lot and my mother figured I would never get married and that since I didn't do well in school that I needed to take some vocational training and hang around home. She even tried to set me up on dates with the sons of her friends. Those would have been disasters and I never dated in high school. I saw a bleak life ahead and started to panic.

When I graduated I ran away to Toronto to get away and find myself. I just left with my small savings and a bus ticket not knowing what I would get into, but thinking it would be better. It was pretty hard and I mostly did waitressing and some other odd jobs to get by. Jon, who was in college, would send $20 or $30 every month and that helped a lot. He was my connection to my family and knowing someone loved you helped a lot. I think most of us have a close friend or family member who is in our court cheering for us and we need to realize and cherish that.

I didn't find myself In Toronto. It was too much of a struggle getting work. People suggested I try to make it in New York and that's what I did for awhile. There I learned I saw a few women my height and the first who was taller. That was neat, but more importantly I started enjoying life a little. There still wasn't much money, but I was more focused on working enough to have a place to sleep and to eat that the negative ideas I had about myself faded. I slowly began to like myself and started hearing the positive comments and blocking the negative. I started treating dealing with the negative comments and looks as a game. Somewhere between 20 and 21 I came to love my body and my height. I was so into working that I can't pinpoint when. I suddenly realized I wasn't thinking of myself as tall or my friends as short. I was just being me. It struck me that once I got to know people they also just saw me as me and not the freakish tall girl.

I don't know if we have to go through a rough patch to end up being positive. I would like to think you can be happier as a teen. The idea that being different is "bad" frustrates me a lot and spend some time working with "different" teenage girls trying to give them confidence. They take me more seriously because they can see that I am different. I started to correspond with an author who wrote a *great* book for teens who are "different". The book would have come in handy and I encourage teens to read it. I bought several of them and have given all away. It lets you ignore those who bother you and come up with ways to make yourself stronger.

As for guys I don't really care if they are taller or shorter because there are so many other things that are important to me. If I only went with taller guys the pool is smaller and I might miss someone fantastic. Also I find that knowing a guy is bothered by your height gives you a way to weed out the jerks.

I'm finally doing well enough that I've started to attend college online and will take regular courses next Fall. I never thought I would be in college.

I love that you are doing something about clothing. Your guides and fierceness for wearing clothing. I have real problems finding clothing that fits, but I have a great tailor who can alter the pieces that I find. I *wish* I would have learned how to sew better and learn dress making. These days I take a lot of pleasure putting together outfits that work on me, accessorizing and trying to come up with a unique look that is my own. I'm still trying to figure all of this out.

Now I'm fascinated with fashion and how the manufacturing part of the business might change. I wrote a little piece on the history of sizing and where that might go if you are interested.

I'm so excited about life these days! I don't know where it will lead me and I've done amazing things, been to amazing places and met amazing people in the last few years. I think it can only get better assuming I keep working at it:-)

Here is my favorite little story. Little kids are fascinated by tall women. (you should have a spot for all of the positive things about being tall:-) I have a very pale complexion and my ears are a bit pointed. I love trees and have built a few tree platforms in trees in the parks here. I was coming down from one last Summer and a little girl spotted me and tugged at her mother's dress. "mum - LOOK! AN ELF!!!" I have never had a better compliment in my life:-) I smiled for a week.

Jheri out

PS - you are very beautiful Alicia... inside and out!! You are helping all of us. Let me know if you want any help. Unlike you I'm not someone who leads, but I am very good at offering support and cheering:-)

February 1, 2012 | Unregistered CommenterJheri

Hello Alicia and thank you for sharing your story. I've enjoyed reading the responses before me as well. I'm 27 and 6'2...I hit 6'0 in the 6th grade. I've always struggled with my height, but I began to come to terms with it more in college. I envied and admired the other tall girls around campus who totally embraced their height by wearing heals and figure flattering clothing. I'm at a point where I am at peace with my height, but I still have a few things I would like to tweak about my body. I have Marfan's syndrome which causes me to have a deformity in my feet that makes it hard for me to walk in heels. I'm considering foot surgery b/c I really want to wear heels!! I'm also in the process of becoming more physically fit to improve my self esteem. Although I'm a relatively thin girl, I have a rather pudgy midsection that keeps me from feeling confident in my clothing.

But enough with the negative...I really just wanted to comment and let you know that I appreciate your blog! I was so excited to find you. The information you provide here is very helpful and encouraging....keep up the good work. I'm developing a blog as well that will deal with tall fashion amongst other things, so thank you for the inspiration!

Please keep up the good work! I may not comment on each post, but I definitely read them all!

February 2, 2012 | Unregistered CommenterDanielle

I have loved reading all of your stories. I am 5'11" and in many tall girl circles that's short. LOL. I was always the tallest in my family. Taller than both my parents by the 8th grade. I have a beautifully petite sister that I envied most of my life because she got all the attention for being "small and cute" while I was referred to by most men as an "Amazon" or "Olive Oyl" or even recently "Too Tall McGraw". I realize now those comments were made by people who probably felt a little intimidated by my height and didn't know how to address me. When I was growing up there was really no such thing as "tall girls" clothing and if there were they made me look old. My other alternative would be to buy my pants in the guys section of the store. I came to resent my height and forever wished I wasn't tall. But then something happened in my twenties. Not sure what it was. I think I was just tired feeling bad about being usually being the tallest woman in the room and decided to embrace my beautiful frame and height. I became more confident and that is when I discovered stiletto heels. Wearing 6" heels mean nothing for me now. Now there are stores that sell "tall" pants and websites like Tall Swag who have dresses that sweep the floor even wearing your highest heels. I am glad we have come a long way when it comes to recognizing that tall girls like to be feminine and beautiful and that being tall and thin is not a curse. It has its advantages. :)

February 2, 2012 | Unregistered CommenterTreasa

It's been a while since I've checked your site, Alicia, but this post really grabbed me. I am 32 and 6'3". Like Danielle, I have Marfan Syndrome. My dad and my older brother both also have Marfans. I was diagnosed by a dysmorphologist around age 8. And though I certainly couldn't have broken down that word as an 8 year old, I wonder how much I picked up on the fact that I wasn't just tall but my body was "misformed." So add to all the typical comments and expectations for a tall child (beginning under 2 years of age) to this illness and a sensitive spirit, and I have hurt quite a lot for being tall. I actually think I got less teasing in my childhood and teen years than many tall girls do, and I hope that was by the grace of God and the wisdom of my parents for not moving.

God has done a tremendous amount of healing in my life, and I will say that it has mostly been intentional. I did not just start liking myself. But I also started wearing men's tennis shoes in fifth grade, began yearly visits to the cardiologist shortly after (to check my mitral valve prolapse and watch for risk of aortic dilatation), had a 14" spinal fusion for scoliosis at 15 (after which I initially couldn't move my legs). My mom says the surgery gave me my shoulder back, but it also shifted my hips, so now my legs are uneven. A couple months after I started on heart medication. At age 18, I got a hole in my lung (thankfully small) for walking up 12 flights of stairs. (My brother has had 5 of these episodes.) My tiny wrists often fascinate people, and I have received almost as many comments about my skinny wrists or my long fingers as I have about being tall. (It's amazing when people you don't know well want to compare hand sizes with you.) In seminary, I had a couple friends grab my wrist, shake it, and say, "You're so breakable!" Ouch!

Besides that, my family dealt with this illness by trying to prevent it from getting into its worst stages. One of those is death, so I pretty early learned how to avoid activities that might lead to death by separation of my aorta. Gym class meant medical excuses for certain activities and never moving up to the tall box in step aerobics (okay, so I didn't really mind that). Again, with my sensitive personality, my height got connected to something that might lead to an early death.

I have obviously focused on the painful additions of being tall with a disease that is connected with my height. That is with purpose because I also want to bring voice to what is for me the difficult part of reading these new tall fashion blogs: I don't always feel that the tall beauty they speak of applies to me. I was triggered by the photo of you, Alicia, in your swimsuit compared to your high school picture. I will never look that gorgeous in a swimsuit in the eyes of the world because my ribcage is widened, my shoulders (and just about everything else) are bony, and my shoulder blade is prominent. I guess I could add the stretch marks on my thighs, too, because even the tone of my skin is affected by Marfans. No wonder that I prefer winter for fashion! I was also triggered recently by something on Height Goddess' website. I think it was something that focused so much on the external beauty, that I felt excluded from the tall and beautiful club.

And then there's trying to find something to put on my feet! I have finally learned so much about clothing my body, and I have found places to match my style, but I can't find shoes to go with. My Marfans feet are a 14 1/2--ultra flat, ultra thin...with a bunion, too, of course! :) Shoes have always been floppy on my feet, so I keep wearing those bulky mens tennis shoes to work. If I go cute (and without my custom insole) too long, my body starts to hurt in a way that feels like someone tied a rope around the top of my spine and just is pulling down. It's hard to walk tall when your body is working so hard with every step.

Again, I have focused on the painful part of my story to give voice to those of us who have healed so much and grow stronger still, but may even yet feel on the outside of "tall beauty." It's just a voice that I, at least, have very rarely seen on a fashion site. Please do know that God has done wonderful healing in my life, and I expect Him to continue. I know that I know that I am dearly loved by God, and that I myself am a gift to the world. I show you here one of my most vulnerable places--even a not-yet fully healed place--with the hope that others will benefit. My TallSWAG bears the mark of a wounded healer.

Two other notes:
Danielle, make sure your podiatrist researches the effects of Marfans on that kind of surgery. Our laxity and flexibility often make us poor candidates for certain surgeries.

And, I really don't respond well to calling short people, "less fortunate." While I know that we must use humor to cope and be strong, I also think that sometimes we tall women try to build the glory of our beauty with a hint of minimizing comparison. If we are beautiful because God made us tall, then aren't shorter women also beautiful because God delighted to make them short?

Thanks for reading.

March 16, 2012 | Unregistered CommenterKatie

Hi...it's me again, the same Danielle from above.
Wow Katie, thanks for sharing your story! I really admire your resilience and can relate to your struggle.

I've lived with Marfan's relatively free of any complications. Hearing your story really puts things into perspective b/c I've always known there were more extreme cases than mine. Now it may be easier said than done, but Katie, you have the right to feel as beautiful as anyone else. Of course the ignorance of others makes it supremely difficult, but it's my personal belief that God gave us those few extra inches so that we can look over our obstacles as we surmount them. This only requires you tailoring your reality to who you are, but of course you'll need to put a positive spin on it.

I often have to motivate and encourage myself (like many of us do). You may not look like Alicia Jay in a swimsuit, but as long as there are suits out there that fit your body, you can put one on and jazz it up Katie style. There are a number of accessories that can assist with this. I personally have a long list of things I hate about my body...some that I can change and others that I can't. But I've found that just by looking at things a little differently I am able to be at peace with who I am and what I bring to the table.

Thanks for the tips on working with the podiatrist. I still haven't made an appointment yet because I'm really scared...but I'm definitely going to review every possible angle before having this procedure performed.

I hope that this helps in some way, as you sound like a truly wonderful person. I created a little mantra when I was in college to help me improve my self image, I'll share it below. I've also started blogging and plan to periodically blog about Marfan's. (I hope Alicia Jay doesn't mind), but feel free to check out my blog "6'2 Point of View" at: http://62pointofview.blogspot.com.

MY mantra:
'I am the way that I am because the Creator made me; therefore I have no need to be shameful of my existence or doubtful of my purpose, my spirit is yet a part of the whole, a contribution to the grand design and my essence will inevitably shine through.'

Be inspired. :-)

March 31, 2012 | Unregistered CommenterDanielle

Hi Alicia,

I've just come across your blog and can't stop reading it! Your story is inspiring and great support for all tall girls. I absolutely agree with you that tall is beautiful and feel it every day. I'm proud of my height and never wished I was shorter (except probably the school years when I was the tallest girl in school - needless to say what comments I had to hear every day, but now I realize that hard time I had at school made me stronger!). I'm 6' and my sister-in-law is 6'3'' and we both love wearing high heels :) When we walk together with her husband - my brother (6'4'') - I'm actually the shortest one! :) Last week I went shopping to buy flats but bought 5'' heels instead - very comfy Calvin Klein's. But it's not only about the freedom of wearing what you want (hmm.. here in Russia it's still hard to find nice 'tall' clothes', so I usually order online in LTS or buy in Europe - there's always a way ;-)), it's also about your self-esteem and being proud of who you are and how you look.
Tall IS beautiful!

From Russia with love :)

May 14, 2012 | Unregistered CommenterIrina

Thank you so much for this article! My road to embracing my height is one I'm quickly traveling but I have a long way to go! I love reading your blog, you wear your confidence like a favorite pair of jeans and I want that so much for myself! It's awesome, and I love it. Thanks again, don't stop writing posts or being legit! Two things you're good at :)

August 16, 2012 | Unregistered CommenterJulianne b.

I can relate, I was picked on in elementary school for liking dinosaurs. Then in middle & high school, I was either ignored or picked on but I didnt let that bother me. If you were in my high school, I would be your friend. Anyway, like to say tall women are just sexier!

September 12, 2012 | Unregistered CommenterJonathan

How am I JUST now finding this? This is pretty much my story, only I'm still in High School. Six foot one & loving it! However, I don't like not being able to find any GOSH DARN JEANS. I swear I would be the most fashionable girl in school if I could just point to some Miss Me jeans & just automatically have them in a 34 waist 37 inseam. Its so frustrating, but I hope this site will help. In the mean time, who wants to make a company where all we do is make deals with big designers to make their products in our sizes? Any takers?

October 26, 2012 | Unregistered CommenterClaire

I love this site and all of you! As a fellow-yet-shorter-tallie (I'm "only" six feet...I feel a little bit in the minority!), I can identify with every syllable spoken here. I have a twin brother, who is taller than me now but was shorter up until about high school or so. I was the tallest person in school almost my whole life. My first day at a new high school, sophomore year, I had one guy ask if I was German, another ask if I "pumped roids", and about ten others ask if I played sports. I've felt awkward and out of place inside this shell of mine almost my entire life, and still fairly often today. Loved ones have always told me how graceful and beautiful I am, but I never believed them. That's just something that loved ones are supposed to say. I've been called "statuesque" as well, but all I would think about when I heard that was how overweight female statue subjects seemed, and how I did NOT want to be associated with that. True, I was six feet tall, but I was also a size 16 and not rail thin like I so desired to be. Maybe if I had a flat stomach and no thigh fat I'd feel prettier. How can anyone my height but with all this awkwardness be considered thin? I always smiled and thanked them but inside I would die every time. I have had guys pass me up for shorter, younger, blonder, cuter girls more than once (even one who was a roommate of mine). I've had people call me Buddy. I've been mistaken for a guy during one conversation that lasted five whole minutes, with the person on the other end insisting I was not a woman. I've been called Amazon, Olive Oil, Yukon Woman, Jolly Green Giant. I've asked how the air was "up there", told I should look in Plus Woman's section for size 16 Long jeans, and have walked out of more than one store in tears because all the cute clothes only went up to size ten. I also wasn't raised by my biological parents (and I got my height from my mother who has since deceased), and so whenever I would meet new people and introduce them to my foster family they'd do a double take and then ask who the milkman was. So this confidence of mine has been a fragile and delicate thing for many many years.

But you know what else? I can dance better than many people. I can reach high things at grocery stores. I can change lightbulbs without a stepping stool. And thanks to my biological father's side, I have gorgeous Filipino skin that stays tan all year long. And also thanks to training for a 5K a year or two ago, I've lost fifteen pounds, am down to a size ten, and learned a whole new side of myself that I never knew existed. I no longer care that people's eyes get wide when I stand up in a city bus, or that I'm closer to the sun than most people. If I wanna wear those heels, then I'm gonna damn well wear them because I have every right to, just as those petite girls do. I've had more than one guy tell me that tall is sexy and now I believe it. I still have my moments of course, but I have also grown to appreciate so much of myself and of God's fingerprints all over me that I just embrace it and love it. Having met some tall friends recently has been an absolutely immeasurable joy as well. It's hilarious when one of them comes out dancing with me because people think we're related. I love it! And now, I wouldn't trade it for anything.

So thank you so much for being our cheerleader! Tall is beautiful!

November 20, 2012 | Unregistered CommenterS.C.

Love this post!

Your basketball story is similar to mine. For as long as I can remember, people would say "You're so tall, it's a shame you don't play basketball." Even as a kid, I thought being tall was a stupid reason to do anything!

I transferred to a new school in 7th grade, and the basketball coach's wife was a teacher. One day she stopped me in the hall, introduced herself, and said, "You should consider trying out for the basketball team. I think you'd have a lot of fun." Fun?! In all the years of people trying to convince me to play, no one ever mentioned that I might actually enjoy it! I played for six years, and even though it taught me a lot, I lacked the passion or the talent to continue beyond high school.

As frustrating as it is sometimes to be tall, I'd never wish to be anything else. I stand out wherever I go.

February 16, 2013 | Unregistered CommenterLaTanya

Thank you, Alicia!
My story is very similar to yours! Middle school and a lot of HS were tough, but through basketball I found confidence and fell in love with my height by the time I got out of college. I'm 6'3 and 29..... 10 years ago I would've NEVER imagined myself rocking heels, but now I couldn't imagine a complete outfit without!! Thank you for sharing your story and helping others realize tall is beautiful!

March 21, 2013 | Unregistered CommenterJessica

I am only 5'2 but as a Golden State Warriors season ticket holder, I have seen you standing in the tunnel for a few years! My mom and I always attend games together and have always thought you were beautiful and fierce! I have amazing dance students who are coming into their own, and dealing with bullies/gawking for being tall. Please know I will be pointing them in the direction of your blog/IG. What am awesome role model and inspiration!

July 22, 2013 | Unregistered CommenterVanessaM

Hello Alicia!

Let me start saying that you are so beautiful and inspiring and thank you for this blog.

I am Mexican and 5'11, which is not a common height for Latinas. My parents are considered tall. My father is 5'10 and my mother 5'6. I am the tallest in my immediate family but I also have tall cousins about my height on both sides.

It's so interesting I wasn't the tallest kid when I was in grade school until I went to high school. I can imagine if I was in middle school which is a tough time for all children. Although, I never felt the depression or sadness that most kids go through.

But my 7th grade is going through that right now because she is 5'7 and complains about her height because the kids are all shorter then her and make fun of her. I explain to her look at your mom but I never cared, I always embraced my height. I tell her wait till you get older, in college when all the boys stretch and see who they look at first. Or when you go to interviews or anywhere at that. You will always leave with a great last impression.

Tall girls rock and it times it does get tiring when someone ask "males" how tall are you? Soon to realize that was a pick up line..lol. Always think positive, it depends how you look at it. Tall girls are always the attention grabber, just enjoy it to the fullest!

July 31, 2013 | Unregistered CommenterVeronica Montano

I grew up in the 1960's and 1970's. I was, as I like to say, "tall before tall was cool," and I always was head and shoulders above my classmates. I did grow to be 6' 1/2", and learned to love it. When it came to "sized places" in elementary school, I would sit in my seat and let everyone else work it out, then take my place at the end of the line. I have, as you say, grown into my height and learned to love it.

I just wish I had had the confidence when I was younger, and didn't slouch. If I were to tell the young ladies and young men today anything at all, it would be stand up straight, throw your shoulders back and be proud of your height. Don't let shorter people make you feel ashamed. I heard all the nicknames, LURCH, GREEN GIANT,HERMAN MUNSTER, etc., growing up. And finding clothes that fit, well, that was an "adventure." Thank God that there are more resources for young women and young men who find themselves blessed with above average height. Thanks for your blog. It's a breath of fresh air.

September 6, 2013 | Unregistered CommenterE. L. Adams

Yes..that's me too! I'm 6'3"...was a 6 footer in the 7th grade. Called everything in the book...Jolly Green Giant and Satchsquatch was not fun, but "Freak" was the worst for me.

My mother always taught me to stand up straight and be proud. But my insides just did not kick in. Played sports (b-ball, v-ball, track)...but now, I'm just very excited to say that I finally embraced my height. I had LOTS of help from a friend. She is a designer and started styling me..so I'm essentially her model. :) Thank the Lord for that because my new job is in fashion...and she styles my outfits each week and it wows the office. My boss told me one day, "Looking at you is like having our own fashion show!". I give Jesus all the glory! He put a beautiful, dear friend in my life who is an awesome stylist and designer for us tall girls!

So thank YOU for your wonderful blog! I am sharing it with all my friends!!! Take care!

Bryna aka "The Pitcher"

(I liked this nickname...a gentleman said, "I've seen lots of tall glasses of water, but I never saw the pitcher!!") Amen Brother..I receive that compliment! :D

September 14, 2013 | Unregistered CommenterBryna

I am so loving ur blog and i can relate. I am 29 and I am 5'10. I was fortunate enough to live in a town that was tall friendly (Atlanta, GA) meaning that it was easy for me to find clothes and shoes that fit. When I got older and moved away, I got a dose of how hard it was to find clothes and shoes for my height. I moved to a small town where they only sold clothes in average and petite sizes. It was also difficult to find shoes bigger than a size 10. I would have salespeople tell me to go online to buy clothes because they did not find any. When I find other tall people, it makes me happy because we are in the same boat going through the same struggle.
In middle school I was called Giraffe and Ichabod Crane. Those names stung me back then. In high school, I was the second tallest girl in my class, so it made things a little bit better.
I do not want to be remembered for my height, but for my character and kindness. At the end of the day, it is those things that should matter.

October 18, 2013 | Unregistered CommenterJoan

Hi, thanks or sharing your store. This is quite difficult as we know ourselves. It motivated us to get the right side up and start http://mouwlengte7.com/ (shirts with sleeve length)

Good luck!

November 25, 2013 | Unregistered CommenterSnh

Tall, black and attended mostly white schools? Are you my twin???
Your story is SO my story..and it still my story to this day..One I will be strong like you one day and wear my heels (try not to fall)..

thank you

December 8, 2013 | Unregistered CommenterErin

I love this!! I'm 6'2 and unfortunately, I still don't have the courage to wear heels. I absolutely love heels, but I just cannot stand the comments. I'm 32 years old and for some reason those comments still cut down deep.


December 15, 2013 | Unregistered CommenterMary

Your f***in awesome!!!!! I am 6"0' and LOVE my heels.

Your an inspiration and I love your story.

January 11, 2014 | Unregistered CommenterJennifer

This website makes me about the happiest person on the planet. I'm 6'5'' and in my late 20's and I can't tell you how excited I am to have links to all these clothes that will actually FIT ME!! I've already spent hours looking at all the options that have never been in one place before. From jeans to outerwear to size 12 boots. THANK YOU SO MUCH. Now I just have to wait for my tax return to buy all this fabulous stuff. I've already found a beautiful coat that I'm very excited about - I've never owned a woman's coat in my life, thanks to the incredibly small shoulders and short sleeves. thank you, thank you, THANK YOU!!! -tall and beautiful in colorado

January 14, 2014 | Unregistered CommenterKrystle

This website makes me about the happiest person on the planet. I'm 6'5'' and in my late 20's and I can't tell you how excited I am to have links to all these clothes that will actually FIT ME!! I've already spent hours looking at all the options that have never been in one place before. From jeans to outerwear to size 12 boots. THANK YOU SO MUCH. Now I just have to wait for my tax return to buy all this fabulous stuff. I've already found a beautiful coat that I'm very excited about - I've never owned a woman's coat in my life, thanks to the incredibly small shoulders and short sleeves. thank you, thank you, THANK YOU!!! -tall and beautiful in colorado

January 14, 2014 | Unregistered CommenterKrystle

I am so glad to have stumbled onto this site. Alicia you are simply gorgeous. I am 6'1" tall and when not pregnant around 145 lbs. I, like all of you grew up teased by classmates and depressed because I was different. My older sister is 5'3" so she didn't experience the pains of name calling like I did. In all fairness she was teased for other things. I moved away to the Virgin Islands as a teenager and decided that I was going to embrace who I was just the way I was, I had a fresh start. I did eventually join the basketball team, like you Alicia, I was a scrub. Never was interested enough to develop my skills because my junior year of hs, I was recruited by a modeling agency. Fashion became my future, my identity and I set out to become famous. I walked the runway for many local designers and then landed a job for Givenchy which a very nice actor and comedian by the name of Sinbad came with his family to support me. At that time things seemed to be headed in a great direction for this Amazon. Fast forward to years later of struggling in an industry who's sole purpose is vanity, I found my life in a tailspin of broken relationships, drug and alcohol abuse, debt and purposelessness. I had a good friend that stood by my side no matter what. He wasn't GQ, a bit pudgy with glasses and 2 inches shorter than me. He gave his heart fully over to Jesus Christ then prayed for me to repent and turn my life over to God. After a year, I was now 22, I did just that. Jesus met me at my lowest point and showed me that my identity was found in Him and not what I looked like. Fast forward, my joy is in writing, I am a spoken word artist and currently working on my first novel. So much for high aspirations (pun intended). But these days what I'm gawked at for now is being the mother of 5 almost 6 beautiful children. That not so GQ guy, I married him and now we share a beautiful heritage that is so beyond skin deep. My advice, despite critism, despite being different, please understand that God really did create you just the way He intended and that your identity is not defined in how tall you are. The only approval you really need is in the heart of the Father. He thought you worthy enough to send His Son to die for you. I hope my story has encouraged someone. Alicia, thank you for giving us the chance to voice our hearts because who we are on the inside is what really counts.

February 23, 2014 | Unregistered CommenterAshanda

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