I have long been large. At 16, I topped out at 5’11a€?. an inch shy of six legs, I happened to be informed I had two occupational selection: modeling or basketball. I select none, typically from spite.
In my own attention, large equaled large. We longed become petite. Adjectives which were likely to define girls, like a€?daintya€? or a€?cute,a€? are not appearing to coexist with a€?tall.a€? Along with fairy myths, the princess never ever towers over the woman hero. He’s to be able to scoop their up onto their white stallion to truly save her from nasty dragon. While more ladies happened to be searching for at men batting their particular lashes, I found it was impossible to have a look coyly located attention to eye. Continue reading “Confessions of a high woman crazy”