If you are a girl and over 5’6 then you understand that being tall is both a blessing and a curse.
Yes, I get picked first for basketball. And volleyball. And swimming. Yes, I get dibs on the tall guys. Sorry, girls. Yes, my hugs are fire. (I am often called a teddy bear.) And yes, I do get mistaken once and a while for a 21 year old, but lets not get ahead of ourselves.
Being tall has its cons too. It’s not all fun and games.
Goodbye heels. Honestly, I’ve never let it stop me. I’ve always loved heels and I will never stop loving heels. But, they do inevitably make you taller than you are and God knows how tall that is. Some girls don’t like wearing them because they get taller than their significant other. Which leads me to my next issue…
…Boys are intimidated by you in heels. Some guys won’t be with a tall girl or let their tall 
girlfriend wear heels because they’re intimidated by them. To be honest, screw a guy who can’t handle a girl taller than them. Better yet, don’t screw a guy who can’t handle it. Not my fault, you’re too insecure to deal with it.
Relaxing bubble baths do not exist. Can anyone fit in the bathtub without having to bend your legs? I mean, anyone older than 8. It sucks. My knees are constantly cold, wtf? There’s nothing relaxing about that.
Finding a guy your height may sometimes feel hopeless. If you are a tall girl, you have liked someone your height at least once in your life. Height is one of the top deal breakers for a guy. I find myself always saying “He’s really cute but he’s short…” He’s actually not short, Ceci, you’re just really tall.
“Do you play basketball?” “No?… Volleyball?” No, bitch. I don’t play sports. I actually used to… but that’s not the point. I am a tall theater nerd that loves fashion and beauty and could not hit or catch a baseball if I tried. So back up with your assumptions.
Rompers are so hard to pull off. Two words. Camel toe. It’s not always a problem… but usually. And it ain’t cute.
You haven’t been able to cross your legs under the table since… ever. I always see my friends crossing their legs under their desks, looking all classy and I envy them. I can’t even fit my legs in normally, let alone cross them.
Spooning is not as cute and cuddly as it seems. It’s more like two polar bears trying to keep each other warm during hibernation. It’s also kind of like playing a game of guess who… Who’s the big spoon? We’ll never know.
You’re Tumblr fantasies are over. Forget your dream guy picking you up and twirling you around. Or picking you up and throwing you on your bed. Or picking you up in general. It just doesn’t work. And don’t even think about that cute thing where girls stand up on their tippy-toes to kiss someone. You can definitely reach them, if not pass them. So, good luck with that.
Pictures are almost impossible. Trying to take a selfie with someone shorter than you can seem like mission impossible. Don’t even get me started on group pictures. You’re always sent to the back row, even if you’re not that tall. And the odds of being decapitated in a pic are high.
Bruises everywhere. Being tall, my hip is also the height of doorknobs and table corners everywhere. I have an endless amount of bruises constantly in the same place. Also, low door heads and ceilings leave bruises and bumps on my forehead that lasts for days.
Constantly being embarrassed of your shoe size. I don’t know about you, but I’m a size 11 and whenever someone asks I feel totally embarrassed. I shouldn’t, I know, but I do. I mean, even 
my grandpa calls me big foot. And don’t get me started on finding shoes my size…
Man hands. Man feet. Man shoulders. Man everything.
Being told “and you’re still growing!” Hell no. I am done. Fin. If I grow one more inch, I might just submit myself to a physcho house because I will go crazy.
If you’re a tall girl, you related to almost all of these. If you’re a tall girl and you didn’t, then please tell me your secret. I am begging you.
But you know, at least I can be a model or an Olympic gymnast. So, ha, in your face shorties.
