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.