It seems like at every family reunion, all my relatives comment on how tall I've gotten, and I'm thinking, what the heck, you idiot, I haven't grown an inch since you last saw me! When I meet someone new at school, they don't congratulate me on my second place finish in public forum debate or discuss that teacher that we both hate - they talk about how tall I am.
My whole life, I've said that I wish I was short. I treasure the moments when I've only been around people taller than me, which makes me feel short. Ballet and gymnastics and so many things that looked so fun weren't available for me because I was too tall.
Still, I've found that height is something reliable. When I'm wearing a suit, about to give a speech, I stand up straight and look down my nose at people, and it kind of feels good. Would I still love to be short? Of course. But my tallness is kind of... unique, I guess.
But it's not the only thing that defines me.
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