It's who I am.

I've always been tall.

And no, I don't play basketball or volleyball.

I am constantly stranded in a sea of small and world of petite.

Yes, my feet are large, but imagine if I had small feet.

No, my jeans aren't long enough.

And no, neither are my sleeves.

Wearing heels is fun because I feel like the Empire State Building,

Towering over the rest of monotonous, grey New York City.

Yes, the boys are too small, like the shoes I long for,

But somewhere, God's got a tall boys department store.

My toes stick out from the edge of my bed,

And when the ceiling is slow, I hit my head.

Should I model?

I'm not sure.

I don't consider myself very haute couture.

Next time you tell someone they're tall,

Take it from someone who knows.

They know too, 

From their head to their toes.