By Andrea Hall
I have many experiences as a child/young adult when I was to tall or felt out of place. I remember the first time I kissed a boy, on a dare of course, and I was taller then him and felt so uncomfortable. I suppose a good part of it was that I was doing something that maybe I shouldn’t however when you had to look down on the person to kiss them I would say that is really weird.
Or the time when I wanted so badly to be a cheerleader so I tried out for the team and I was taller then all the other girls and didn’t make the team. I again tried the next year and the same thing happened all the girls who were shorter then me made the team. It makes you wonder when you can do all the required items (cartwheel, cheer and creativity) why you didn’t make the team. So the story I made up was that I was too tall.
Now I realize how much being tall is a blessing and how many people (women) really envy what you have. The only thing that still irritates me is finding pants that are long enough. I guess if that is the only problem I have life is good right!!! I participated in pageants and learned what an asset my height was.
I am a criminal defense attorney now and the presence I exude in the court room is a blessing. I can stand tall next to a prosecutor and I appear to have the same strength and determination that he has. I can be considered someone who is powerful yet feminine when I leave the Court room or my job at the end of the day.
This realization has come with a lot of work on me. It is not easy to replace the many years of stories one makes up along the way. That is why I have pink sticky notes on my mirror to serve as a trigger to remind me daily of the assets that I posses and how truly blessed I am for who I am and what many blessings I have to offer everyday that I am alive and well.
This is awesome Andrea!