If You Got It, Flaunt it.

It's not everyday you come across a 6'1 female. Even though I get tired of answering the same ol' questions about my height on a daily basis, I smile, give them my answer, and keeps it moving. Most, if not all the people that approach me, admires my height. They tell me how beautiful I am and how they wish they were tall. Still, it gets old after a while.

Sure, being tall is amazing. When you're tall, you automatically stand out and grab everyone's attention. You never need a pedistol, and people feel like they need to go out of THEIR way to impress YOU. I "wow" all the men, and people assume I'm trustworthy. Bosses see me as a leader and always depend on me the most. I love it.
I rarely think about my height any more; except when I'm curled up like a pretzel on a plane, and buying jeans. Other than that, everyday I grow to love it more and more.

Bystander: "You're tall."
Me: "Thank You."
Bystander: "You're beautiful too."
Me: "Thank You."
Bystander: "You should be a model."
Me: "You're like a hallmark card that won't quit."
Bystander: "I'm just sayin..."