Like many teenagers, I have my fair share of body issues. But the one thing I'm most conscious of isn't my weight, or my skin, or my hair, or any of the things that can be changed... It's my height. When I was young, I loved being tall. I was proud to be the tallest girl in class, it didn't phase me that I was taller than most of the boys too. But somewhere in my adolescence everything changed, and now I find myself hating every inch of my 1.75 metre stature.
It makes me so angry when people talk about it like it's a positive thing.
"Oh I wish I were as tall as you"
"I'd kill for legs as long as yours"
"Why aren't you a model, you've got the height?"
"You should be modeling!"
"Did you look into modeling like I told you to?"
You know what, fuck you. At least you can wear heels without towering over everyone and everything... Hell I tower over people when I'm wearing flats. Get the fuck out of my life if I wanted to model I would, so stop trying to manipulate me into something you can brag about. You lost any right to try and dictate what I do with my life when you said you wanted to move over a thousand kilometres away from here so that you wouldn't have to deal with me anymore.
