Tall women who don’t play basketball and want to hit who plays with their foot size

It seems that women taller than 1.80 m are happy, walk fast and have many suitors, offers from modeling agencies and volleyball teams. But few imagine what the “world highs” actually go through: starting with the jokes and silly questions like “how is the temperature up there?” and to finish with the fact that most clothing brands produce pieces for the average woman’s size, which is approximately 1.60 m.

Incrível.club decided to talk about a hitherto unknown problem: currently, on Instagram, there is a challenge of massive confessions from beautiful women over 1.80 m tall who write about their lives with the hashtag against discrimination against tall women : #I’m above it. Certainly, among our readers there will be those who will completely identify with this drama and others who will simply applaud it.

My whole life I’ve dreamed of amazing full-length jeans. Not mid-calf, not knee-length or ankle-length. Pants that reach the floor are something I’ve been dreaming about for 10 years.

Long sleeves on a coat or jacket? It never happens to me. Now only my designer friends save me and, especially for me, they make clothes 10 or 15 cm longer.

As a teenager, I had a lot of complexes because of my height. In addition, since childhood, I hear my mother say that heels are not for me. At work, people freaked out, thinking I was a model. I didn’t do well at my favorite sport and boys would shy away from dates, all because of my height!

But now I don’t care what others think. I realized that they only envy the fact that they don’t have legs that measure five feet.

Do you know what questions I hear most often?

You play basketball? Lie, of course he plays! Do you have a ladder at home? How many meters do you have? Is your husband tall too? How much lower than you? What’s up? Does he really not feel complex? Are you a model?

Yeah guys full body person model.

Even as a child, people looked at me warily, as if a height of 1.90 m was contagious. The old women crossed themselves when they saw me, even that happened. Representatives of sports schools pulled me by the sleeve in the middle of the street, saying that I had no moral right to waste my condition. My parents sighed for something else: “You will never find a boyfriend”. I’ve always heard the phrase: “Women big for work, small for love”. At the age of 16 or 17, I was half-jokingly, half-seriously proposed to inhale cigarette smoke (nicotine inhibits growth) or put an overturned basin on my head (according to anti-scientific belief, something that would stop growth).

My height is 1.80 m. This photo clearly shows the problems of the Altinhos:

When taking a selfie with other people, you need to crouch down. Since it doesn’t fit in the shower, you have to bend over. When taking a picture of others, you have to crouch down. When looking in the mirror, you should lean. When you see roofs / railings / hanging flowers, you need to duck. If you’re in the front row, you should also duck.

Tell me: why approach a person over 100 kg and say “Wow! What’s your weight? Are you sure you are the heaviest among your acquaintances?” it is indecent, but approaching a tall woman and saying the same thing, but about her height, is it normal and even considered a compliment? Not to mention that it is necessary to take into account that weight, unlike height, is possible to change with due effort and willpower.

“Hey, can I ask you a question?”. After these words, I already know exactly what will come. After I tell them my height, comes the “I wish I was so tall!” type of scorn or admiration. Believe me, they don’t want a height like mine. If you don’t want to spend months hunting for jeans and sleeves of more or less appropriate length. Yes, the word is hunt! Because it doesn’t exist anywhere! At least in the mass market. The only long jeans in my size cost $1,000 and I didn’t buy them because I don’t have any money.

Yes, I wear heels, because I realized that it’s not my fault that I’m taller than a lot of my friends, and it’s NOT their fault that they’re shorter. I want to be myself, not limit myself and wear what I find comfortable, instead of being told “do you still want to wear heels?”.

When I go out with my friends, it feels like the teacher has taken the older group of kindergarteners out for a walk. Despite my mother’s predictions, I don’t date a bald dwarf (why this stereotype in my head?). In her view, 1.5 meter men are dwarfs next to me!

At some point I realized that the problem was mine, and not the people shorter than me, or all those who made jokes or called me a giraffe. I thought: why deprive myself of the pleasures of short women, for example, high-heeled shoes? I went to choose some of them and… Hi, 2 meters tall!

I was afraid to jump out into the street, sheer horror. So many looks… But there I was, walking in a skirt, and I jump, and behind my back I hear different comments, some good, some funny, and some bad… And, suddenly, a scream: “WATCH THIS GIRAFFE! At that moment, time stopped, like in the movies. I realized that my world was starting to recover, I no longer felt like a giraffe, but an elegant woman in high heels who is seen from a kilometer away, and what I was simply told it didn’t affect me.

I started to think about why I had been awarded a trait that I thought kept me from living. However, it has taken me to meet unique people, to great events and many changes. Perhaps, if I were 1.50 m tall, nobody would notice me. In short, I love myself and I adore people shorter than me! The tallest, I’ve always loved.

I once had a funny situation: I was sitting on the subway and there was a guy in front of me. We were there, and he was smiling, flirting with me. Finally, we get up together at the same station and he realizes he’s breathing under my chin. He looks up and leaves the car abruptly. And he knows I laughed a lot and thought: it’s amazing! For some reason, seeing myself makes me feel more impressive and sure of myself.

I feel very uncomfortable with men who are shorter than me or my height. And several times it was a reason not to hang out with them. Dates with a man of my stature make me tense intimately and, in the end, due to a series of different factors, we stopped seeing each other.

Perhaps the reason is due to the phrase of a neighbor from childhood, who said that it would be very funny if my husband was short. It would be amazing if we stopped traumatizing the psyche in childhood and were free with our individuality. I believe this will be the near future of society.

The length of my legs is 109 cm, and I think that’s the best nature has given me. Only I walk fast, and it’s impossible to walk with me calmly.

I mean, “I’m not tall, I’m just long boned.” And I love my 1.80 m. Love yours too, and stop asking tall girls silly questions about your height, after all, they don’t say to you, “Wow, your jokes suck! Did you see a lot of bad comedy when you were a kid?”

My daughter will soon be 2 years old. And now, with my height of 1.87 m, I faced a new problem: when I approach her to say something, she lifts her head to look at me and just backs away! It is very difficult for her to look at me from below.

When you put on heels, you feel like you’ve climbed a mountain. It is very difficult to walk with a straight back: subconsciously you think that you are going to hit your head on something.

Once, at school, I forgot to put my name in a notebook. The teacher, showing it to the whole class, asked whose it was. One of my colleagues replied, “There’s a picture of you on the cover!”

What image do you think it was? Of course a giraffe!

P.S.: My height is 1.82 m.

One winter afternoon I was walking back with a friend from the university down a dark street, and she said to me, “Can you put on your hood and walk like a man, hunched over? That way they’ll think you’re a 2-meter guy and won’t bother us!” And for some reason, she didn’t mind that I wore a pink sweatshirt and brightly colored shoes, meaning no matter how much I pretended to be a man, the possibility of a robbery would increase 10 times.

I propose to draw up a bill that obliges public services to cut tree branches from sidewalks at least to a level of 1.90 m. It is very frustrating when, during a walk, they get too low and you have to lean over or, if you don’t see them, you will get blows in the face.

Why do you think I never tell my friends, “How’s it going down there?”, “Do you work as a dwarf?” or “how much do you say you measure? Did you escape the flea circus? Because I have tact.

My height is 1.87 m. And frankly, it’s hard.

Would I like to be shorter? Definitely not. Although I sometimes curse clothing stores who apparently believe that there are no people taller than 1.75m. I accept myself as I am. I love myself like this. It’s part of my personality and I wouldn’t change it for anything.