You wouldn’t know it from looking at my photo here, but I’m tall. Really tall. The kind of tall that provokes strangers to pass comment. Sometimes it comes in the form of an overheard whisper: “Gosh, look how big that girl is!”. Other times it is the more direct “Oh wow, how tall are you?” (186cm, if you must know), or my personal favourite: “Your husband must be a giant” (actually, he’s a petite, not-quite 180cm). As strange as I find it that people feel the need to comment on my physical appearance in this way, I can honestly say it doesn’t bother me. It could be that I’ve simply grown used it, or the fact that with age comes self-acceptance.
However, at 13 and already 182cm tall, it was…
