Wearing: Forever 21 Top | Missguided Culottes | Steve Madden Heels | Cult Gaia Bag |
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I have been told I look short in my pictures so it may surprise some of you to learn that I am actually 5’7″. I’m kind of tall. 🙂 I was always the tallest one amongst my group of childhood friends and honestly, for a while my height bothered me. Probably through most of my teenage years.
As teenagers, we already go through so much – puberty, acne, braces, weight gain, weight loss, etc. In addition, to the drama and stress that comes with adolescence, I was insecure about my height. I didn’t like always being the tallest girl around my friends. Some guys even teased me about my height and said I was “too tall”. I always wished I was 5’2″ and couldn’t understand why God made me tall. My height bothered me so much that I couldn’t even bring myself to wear heels for the simple fact that I would become four or five inches taller than I already was.
Aside from two sweet sixteens that I was apart of in high school that required me to wear heels, I didn’t wear another pair until my high school prom. And I brought that same one pair with me to college when I moved into my dorm upstate. Let me be clear that this pair of heels was about three inches with a semi-thick heel – not a skinny heel and definitely no platform.
In college, there were a lot of parties and social events with dress codes, in which girls were expected to wear heels. I remember seeing girls the same height as me or even a few inches taller dancing in beautiful five inch heels. Their height didn’t bother them. They didn’t care if they were the tallest girls in the room. They all got dressed up, put on their heels and came out to the party to have a good time. They felt confident in each step they took and didn’t let anyone give them shit for it.
I thought to myself, if they could do it, so could I! I shouldn’t prohibit myself from wearing heels because others mocked me about my height. I also wasn’t going to get shorter so I needed to change how I felt and learn to accept and love me for who I was – height included. I couldn’t let my height insecurity continue to consume me. So, I started to buy heels – 4 inches and up – and each time I went out, I noticed myself becoming more comfortable and less concerned about how tall I was. I loved how heels accentuated my legs and made me appreciate my overall appearance. My heels looked good. I felt good and that’s all that mattered.
I’ve learned to embrace my height in and out of heels and don’t let others opinions affect me. Now, ironically, I feel my most confident in heels. Not only in a pair of heels like I’m wearing in the pictures above but even in a pair of booties or over the knee boots, I feel like I’m ready to conquer anything. With the height comes a power and I seize it with every step I take.
Don’t let anyone’s words make you feel insecure or ashamed of your appearance. We are all beautiful and unique. Embrace your beauty and your “flaws” and find someone who will love them too!