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I can’t really beat around the bush on this one - I’m quite a tall lady. When I stand up straight I’m 6”1. And I don’t have the sort of quiet demeanor that’s going to downplay my height - I’m an Aussie for God’s sake! So, when I step into room, or a few minutes later, when I laugh my big laugh and let fly with a few choice Aussie expletives, I can feel the stares. And not the good kind, I can tell you, because I occasionally get the good kind, and these aren’t it. No this is the “that is a very tall person who is also quite loud and I thought ladies were supposed to be …blah blah blah.”
I’m writing as though I take it all in stride but of course, no one wants to feel like they stick out. I get asked sometimes where I get the confidence to just rock it, embrace my height and not allow it to color the way I interact with people. Seemingly to some people I come across as completely free and uninhibited and never self-conscious? Which is hilarious? But in all seriousness, I think I do a decent job of not letting all that stuff stop me from living my life. The thing is, by this point I am sort of beyond caring like I used to. If you’ve stuck around New York as long as I have, you’ve either never done a single embarrassing thing in your life, or you’ve learned to just roll with the punches and have a thick skin. This goes double in my line of work, because I’m often getting thrown into situations with people who I’d very much like to impress but end up making a bit of a mess of it. I once asked Sting - yes hot dad Sting - what he did for a living. If I can get over the mortification of that I can certainly walk into any room with my chin up!
So there’s a part of it that’s about learning not to take yourself too seriously, because at the end of the day no one gets through life without feeling like people are throwing glances at least a few times. But the second part of it is less about keeping it light and more about keeping it real. You know, my body is a big part of who I am. I’ve been walking in to meet a boyfriend’s family or into an office party where I’m the tallest one there, and yea, I have a moment of self-consciousness for sure. But in those moments, I just try to stand even taller - to own it. At the end of the day, our bodies are just ONE part of who we are, and if someone isn’t willing to get past surface-level before they form an opinion on you, they’re not worth knowing anyway. LIfe’s too short to be caring about what they think!