Hello Tallies !
I wanna hear your stories ! Tell me about the most funny / weird / nasty / mean thing that anyone has ever said to you about being a tall person ! You can answer here or on my Facebook page. If there’s a profile pic of you anywhere or if you’re willing to send me a picture later, you could be turned into a cartoon character that will tell your story !
I want to make several comics about this so the world can see what a tall person sometimes goes through 😉 So tell me as many as you wish and don’t hesitate to come back if you forgot something ! ;D
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Regular comic version of the thing (click to enlarge)
Tall AND curly ladies like me : YOUR STORIES ARE AWAITED TOO !!! 😀
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Okay, so this blog and all the comments just made me feel less alone about being harassed constantly for being tall. I’m 6’1, curvy, size 13 shoe, and have a long Afro of blonde corkscrew curls. I’m currently going to be 20 in January, but I’ve had all those characteristics since I was age 11. So you’d think I’d be over the bullcrap since I’ve dealt with it pretty much my whole life, but I guess you just never quite get past people commenting (mostly negatively) on something about you that you have no power over. Somedays I’m really happy with being tall, but other days I just want to hit someone in the face with my men’s size 11 Toms. Example:
Yesterday Mama and I went to Kroger to buy a Christmas tree. After I hauled the thing all the way up thru the parking lot and threw it on the back of the truck like an Amazon (not looking anyone in the face I passed by because I didn’t want to hear any crap) I proceeded into the store to find Mama. *Note* (I was wearing Yoga pants, a sweatshirt, and my fave running shoes which give me an extra 2 inches of height ) As I stand in the entrance (where people galore are coming in and out) texting Mama to find out her location, a man, early 40’s, maybe 6’2, shades on, wedding ring, wearing a jacket that he clearly stole from George Costanza, stops right in front of me. The “conversation” went as follows.
Awkward 70’s Man: HEY EXCUSE ME MA’AM!
Me: *Thinking to myself “I can tell this aint gonna be good. Someone please shoot me now”* “Yes?”
Him: “OH MY GOSH PLEASSSSEE TELL ME YOU PLAY BASKETBALL SOMEWHERE!!!”
Me: Nope. I do not.
Him: *GASP* “OH MY…!!!!” …
At this point in the experience he proceeds to take my hand, give it a light smack on top and proclaim the next three words that in turn made me want to give him more than a light smack to the face:
Shame. On. You.
Shame on you. Shame on you? Are you serious?
No, you know what? Shame on you, you nasty. Shame on YOU for making a girl that obviously already stands out feel even worse. Shame on YOU for being completely insensitive. Shame on YOU for not thinking before you speak. Do you not think I’ve probably been asked that question a thousand times? Shame on YOU for shaming me for not playing basketball. Maybe that wasn’t my dream in life, okay? Maybe just because someone is tall doesn’t mean they’re instantly obligated to play a sport that requires height. Just like someone with no brain, like you, sir, are not obligated to go out for the role of The Scarecrow from Wizard Of Oz, you dunce.
Geez, some people.
After I stared at him like I wanted to half cry, half scream, the rest of the conversation went like this:
Him: “HAHAHA OMG I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU DON’T USE THAT HEIGHT FOR SOMETHING. Well, where do you go to school???”
Me: “I don’t, I’m actually a full time…”
Him: “OH MY GOSH I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS. WOW HAHAHAHA BYEEEEE!”
He didn’t even let me get out anything about myself. It was like once he knew I didn’t play ball or go to university, he was done with me. Just wrote me straight off. Like, how dehumanizing are we becoming that when someone doesn’t do what we think they should, we laugh in their faces, say shame on you, and march off? What do you think he would have had to say if I was able to tell him that I have a chronic heart condition through which just standing up is a challenge? That I wish I could have played basketball, but I have been too sick my whole childhood to play any sport. And that I’m a full time nanny where I invest in and help raise a 19 month old boy?
Lesson is, unless you know someone and what they’re doing with their lives, we need to just keep our traps shut and not judge them or call them out.
Not to mention the lady the other day that asked me about basketball and when I said no, she told me: “Wow, what a waste.” With a disgusted look and marched off.
Y’all’s similar stories really helped me feel less alone. There isn’t many tall girls where I live, so I feel like the odd one out 95% of the time. Can we have a meet up where we’ll ALL BE THE MAJORITY FOR ONCE?!
#tallgirlsunite
There was a girl that I knew that always played with my hair. Her mom would do it too!! They even had a name for it, they called it coiling. I was so pissed that I just stopped being friends with her. Girls literally swarm my hair and their like acting like my head is a petting zoo lol.
I love your comics!!! My funny story is, I was in a country western bar and two stepping. The music changed and it was now time to free style dance. This man came up to me and asked me to dance. Even though he was obviously in the little person category, I said yes. Everything was going quite well, until the music changed to a slow song. As I was about to say thank you and leave the dance floor, he grabbed me! Laid his head on my boobs and closed his eyes!!!!! Imagine the shock on my face as I looked up around the place and it felt like every single person was pointing and staring…especially the men! To this day, I still crack up thinking about him just snuggling up to me and closing his eyes like he was in some movie. LOL
Hello! Love the blog, can’t believe I have never seen it till today! Any-who! 🙂 I am 6 feet tall and on several occasions out in clubs with friends, guys come up to be and say “you are the perfect height to motorboat you right now.” as they are staring at my chest…So much fun.
“I would climb you like a tree” just the other day. Yup. Soooo much fun. lol Thank you Brandy! Happy you found me! 🙂
I was walking to class, my rain boots click-clacking and alerting everyone in the vicinity that I was on my way. I could *see* the guy in front of me thinking as we both approached the door. “I’m gonna win major points,” he thinks. Oh no, don’t do it, I think. “I’m gonna get a smile, maybe flirt a little,” he thinks. No, no man- don’t do it, I plead mentally. He grabs the door handle, yanks it open, and half bows in my direction with a cheeky smile… which proceeds to fall from his face as he looks up. And up. And up. Frozen in place, he can only manage a whispered “damn” to my obligatory “thanks.”
When i was six and starting school i was freakishly tall like 5’3-4 and the teacher was like ” we’re gonna have to cut off you legs for the class picture!” I of course freaked out and didn’t want my mother to leave thinking this strange man was going to kill me lol
Ok, so I play basketball a lot and usually when I’m playing with my friends (both the girls and the guys) they’re not tall enough to block my shot. So when this guy who goes to my school and is taller then me (he’s 6’3 I’m 6’0 and we’re freshmen) invited me to play I was psyched. He blocked my shot like 10 times, and I swear I was momentarily madly in love with him XD, tall girl problems
Btw I LOVE your blog sooo much, you should start doing wallpaper sized comics, It would make me (and the rest of your fans) soo happy
Everyone in my family is tall. I’m 6ft 1, only second in height to my older sister. Everywhere I go I get random people walking up to me and asking, “Do you play basketball?” or “How tall are you?”. Just because I’m tall doesn’t mean I’m athletic. I’m probably the least co-ordinated, most clumsy girl they’ll ever meet. The worst thing someone’s said to me is, “I bet you can’t find any boys taller than you” because they are unfortunately right. One time I actually said, “Well, it’s not my fault all those boys are so short now is it?” which got me a rather nasty look. I stay home most of the time because I don’t feel like my height is above average around the rest of my family; but when I do go out, trips to town are always fun. People tend to stare at you with a mixture of confusion and awe. The ‘best’ part is when you get to watch them trail their eyes up and down the length of your body just so they can make sure you’re tall. I wonder if their parents told them it’s rude to stare? Obviously not. Most days I can handle being tall; I don a pair of shades and wear a ‘don’t mess with me’ attitude. Other days I’d like to know what it’s like to look up into someones eyes without crouching, or to lose the feeling of being a giant next to the averaged size woman.
I have a love/hate relationship with being tall (5’10”), some days I’m like ‘hell yes I love being tall it means I can model and have super long legs’ and then some days I wish I was a petite little thing that could wear 6″ heels and still only be average height. My dad recently bought me the most expensive pair of shoes I currently own, and they’re the chunky sort with about 3″ heels on them, and every time I wear them outside I can see people checking my feet to see if I’m wearing heels or if I’m naturally that tall. I find it quite funny, actually. I’m also taller than 99% of the men in my life when I’m wearing high heels, and it’s funny to see the look on my dad’s face when he literally has to look up at me to talk to me 🙂 You can tell how fragile a man’s ego is by how intimidated he gets by a tall girl. I do get annoying comments at school, mostly people being like ‘are you sure you’re not over 6″??’ and the classic ‘how’s the weather up there’ jokes, but I guess it’s something I have to live with, so I might as well learn to love my height. I’m hoping it will get better after I leave school, because at the moment, I could count the number of girls in my year that are my height on one hand. I’m still debating whether I should wear heels to my prom or not, but your blog is giving me confidence. Also, I’m sure I can’t be the only one that sometimes becomes a fan of female celebrities just because they’re tall, and then dislikes the short ones just because of their height??
I had the very same resentment towards my height. On my island, people are generally short. The average height of most women is about 5ft 4 inches and I’m a staggering 5ft 9 inches so I pretty much tower over all my friends and a large majority of the college populace. Plus, I have to deal with wide shoulders and a heavy set bottom on top of that … which looks odd with my short abdomen and long legs so most fancy tops are a struggle for me since my body is so disproportionate. Plus, jeans/pants are a problem for me because I see this cute pair of pants, love it, fantasize about it then when I come to buy it … oops, won’t go further than my hips or whoops, I’m sorry, it’s just too short. So I have to take something that is larger and longer and uglier and modify it to fit. Lemme not get started about shoe shopping … having size 10 feet is a struggle on its own. So yeah, a large majority of boys on island are about my height or a bit taller … the really tall ones are few and in between. Plus, when I was in grade one, I was taller than my teacher who stood at 5ft 2 inches … I was about 5 ft 3 inches in height. I shit you not. My primary school photos are proof. There is one of me and her side by side and I’m a giant at 8. Tragic. So the meanest thing anyone ever told me? It came from kids my age, they called me ‘Gailzilla’ all the time. And being young and the fact that my height was a subject I was sensitive about, it hurt a lot (so I ended up crying rivers when they started throwing shade about my height). Plus my family members are all shorter than me or are at the same height. And yes, I have felt the sting of the insult about being a man. A dude literally called me a man once to my face … talking about my shoulders are wide, I’m tall and my voice is deeper than the average woman so it’s off-putting (if he cared to ask, I would have informed him that I have recurring sinusitis and I get constantly congested due to allergies so my voice gets husky frequently). Lol. But thanks man, I totally didn’t realize that. My confidence needed that blow (-rolls eyes-). Plus, tall boys tend to prefer short girls … so most of the tall boys I liked just ended up with a short girl (go figure). Another thing I hated was the misconceptions people got from your height … no, dad, I’m not going to play basketball. No, I’m not in volleyball. … the only yes I could verify was tennis which my long limbs did not help with because I am a clumsy lil shit. Albeit the insults and misconceptions kept coming and I really, REALLY hated my height, I woke up one day and decided I should start smiling about the positives. For one: My legs look hella better cute in shorts (although I still have the thunder thighs and way too much hips but one problem at a time). For two: I can cook without rushing for a stool to stand on or calling someone to get stuff for me. That’s right. I get my shit done. I am an independent black woman that don’t need no man. Three: I feel like a superhero because people always need your height and help. Four: your height can be your greatest asset when it comes to intimidation tactics. Five: I look like a walking lollipop with my fro (although it gets snagged in tree branches off and on). Six: You don’t have to put much effort into stretching for the remote (praise long limbs). Seven: even if you are a clumsy little shit, you can still save yourself from falling due to your long limbs (although I did trip on air once during P.E. and sprained my ankle). Eight: Some people, who want to be models, envy your height themselves. Nine: It’s actually easier for people to identify you:
Friend: So Gail and I –
Person: Who’s Gail?
Friend: The tall girl with the natural hair that I usually hang around with.
Person: Ohh, I know her. Okay.
Ten: The benefits of having your friends inconspicuously check the back of your clothes because they are shorter.
So being tall isn’t the worst thing in the world. It’s actually really fun at times because I do, in turn, playfully mock my family members (I call my father the ‘little green soldier’). Plus, it goes great with my afro (if things would just stop getting stuck in it, that’ll be great too).