In my stocking feet.

I was never one of those tall girls who stooped over to hide her height. Never. Not even when I had crushes on shorter boys. My height has always been a source of pride … and more than a little vanity.

I was surprised when I learned there were tall girls who tried to make themselves look smaller, tall girls who didn’t love being tall. I couldn’t fathom it. Being tall was like having a super power, winning a lottery, being born with a tiara. Who wouldn’t want that, wouldn’t revel in it?

Well, clearly, lots of girls. Lots. So how did I, the poster child for low self-esteem, not have issues with my height? How did I wind up loving my height?

I credit my cousin Pam, a woman on my dad’s side, a woman I’ve never met but whose signature feature — her fabulous height — was a subject of note in my house.

My father’s family had lots of tall people. My father was just a hair off of 6’5″. His Uncle Ambrose was taller. All those men were tall.

And then there was Pam. The main thing I was ever told about Pam? That she was six-foot-two … in her stocking feet.

(Just like that. No one ever only said she was 6’2″. She was always “six-foot-two in her stocking feet.”)

And it was said with a kind of wonder, an amazement at what she had managed to achieve. And somewhere along the line being as tall as Pam became one of my strongest wishes. Fox, my sister, shared this obsession with me. Both of us running around wishing we could be six-foot-two in our stocking feet. Thank goodness I had Fox for company. I didn’t have to dream myself taller all on my own … and I had someone to commiserate with when I stopped growing before hitting the six-foot mark.

In my stocking feet? I’m just edging up on 5’10” … not short, exactly, but I’ve long-ago had to accept that I’d never get my wish of being like Pam.

 



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11 thoughts on “In my stocking feet.

  1. Bravo! I loved being 5’8″ and wished my short boyfriends were taller. My brother Rick is 6’7″ and his daughters are all tall and love that. Tuvia was shorter Good thing I grew up to not care. He did a bit.
    Great topic to share. Love the way you tell a story.
    Bonnie

    1. 6’7″?!! Wow! I kind of loved that Tuvia was a little shorter than you. Somehow it made you two look that much more fabulous together. I can’t explain that at all, but there it is. ❤

  2. I love this post. It reminded me that I reached my adult height relatively early, so that in 6th-8th grades, when we lined up to leave the room, we did so by height, and since I was always near the end of the line, I thought that I was tall. It was very disappointing to learn that, at 5 foot 6, I was merely average height for women. I’m glad you had your cousin Pam to be a tall goal for you.

    1. I was a little bit tall in 6th grade … and I liked that. 🙂 I was still a tall girl by the end of high school, but I wasn’t taller than most the boys by that time as I’d been in 6th grade. I always wondered what Pam would have said had she known how much my sister and I wanted to be like her!

  3. Hahaha I fully understand that desire for a few inches more. Though I was always the 1st or 2nd tallest of the girls in grade school I wanted to be an even 6′ back in the day. I topped off at 5′ 8″, in my stocking feet, so like you above average; but not so much where I’m asked about the weather.

    1. Oh, I got a few of those “how’s the air” questions, which is silly because I was never quite tall enough for that. And today, of course, I’m barely tall at all. There are so many women 6′ and taller. I feel down right short sometimes!

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