#tall girl problems

[unwrittenhues]

Tall Girl Blues

-A love letter to the Ones Who Couldn’t See..

I’ve always been the tall girl—

the one they couldn’t see for the sky perched above her shoulders.

They mocked my height like I handpicked the heavens,

called me Big Bird, Tree, Jolly Green Giant—

as if my body was a billboard for their inadequacy.

So I folded…

tucked my shine behind lowered lashes,

swallowed my softness,

until silence pulsed louder than my voice ever could.

I was never “big”—just bigger than their comfort.

Thick like honey, sweet with weight,

a silhouette too decadent for their palate.

I filled rooms they hadn’t grown into yet.

And because they didn’t understand it,

they labeled it “too much.”

Too tall. Too thick. Too loud in stillness.

And I let that echo scribble its way across my self-worth.

In crowded halls,

boys passed me like a secret they didn’t dare want seen.

Saw me as a body first, a conquest next—

never a crown, never a story.

And still, I moved with grace wrapped in every stride,

pretty girl with the unreadable face

and the heart that wrote essays in silence.

I was discerning—

smart enough to spot sincerity,

sharp enough to clock the envy in a side glance.

Girls carried grudges in glittered purses,

friendships that fractured the second I mirrored their energy.

Funny how they adored me quiet but detested me confident.

Now I look back at old photographs

and ache for the version of me

who couldn’t recognize her own magnificence.

I wasn’t “too anything.”

I was art in a world that only knew how to erase.

I was never the problem—

just the reminder that they hadn’t grown into their own light yet.

And now?

Now I’m the tall girl they double back to marvel at.

The “you got finer” texts.

The “I always had a thing for you” truths

tucked behind nostalgia and lust.

But even now,

it’s still about what they can take—

not what they’re worthy of keeping.

Yes, I’m tall.

Yes, I’m soft, but forged in fire.

My curves speak like jazz,

my presence preaches without needing to raise its voice.

I still stretch wide—

but now I fill that space with power,

not apology.

You couldn’t hold me then,

and baby—

you still can’t reach me now.

–Mynyhan Kinard

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[wh0-1s-m1aaaa]

Look, I eat up the Abby and Ellie fics like its thanksgiving. But I am so tired of y/n being a whopping 5’0 every other fic “Abby hovered over” “she leaned down to whisper” Im 5’11 and a 1/2. Abby is not leaning down to speak w me. And Ellie sure as hell ain’t either☹️

Alr love y’all‼️🗣️🩷

[historian-in-pearls]

They tried to put me on the cover of Vogue (or in a seat at the symphony) but my legs are too long 💅🏻

[jokes aside my legs do not fit in this theatre, I’m in pain 😂]

[normafuckingrockwell]

i love being tall but MAN do i sometimes get jealous of short girls when they can get THIS HEIGHT DIFFERENCE

[rubyvroom]

Q: How come you never wear dresses, rubyvroom? You don't like them? A: I love dresses! I just... Mental image: a dress meant to be ankle length hitting me at my knees Mental image: a skirt meant to be knee length fitting me like a mini Mental image: a mini-skirt looking basically indecent Mental image: every single dress looking like it shrunk in the laundry when placed on my body A: No, I don't like dresses

[melanintonedhottiee]

hiii yall , do yall know any writers who do tall black girls? i can’t find ANY at all and it saddens me . 🙁🫶🏾

[spookytransgirl]

Sometimes I really don't mind being 6'5". Its a tall height that I know a lot of women don't get to so I am very happy to be part of the few women who are. Plus I get to use my height for fun things too ;3

But god dammit sometimes I wish I was shorter. Hitting my head on ceilings and fans, back problems, size issues with clothing, being seen as a fucking giant monster, and just feeling my height makes me unapproachable.

Just wish I could feel smaller for once.

[insufferablelesbian]

I know a lot of tall women, and especially tall teenage girls, who have bad posture bc they're self-conscious and try to make themselves smaller. however, I love being tall. my bad posture is caused by the killer combination of bad eyesight and living in a house BUILT FOR SHORT PEOPLE

[neutral-simplicity]

I need to move cities, I swear I must but in the shortest city in the country 🥹. I’m not even *that* tall (I’m around 5’9) and yet I’m pretty sure I’m taller than nearly everyone here. It feels rare to even see a guy my height, let alone taller than me. Maybe I need to move to the Netherlands or something

[last-aid-kit]

asking for a friend is it difficult to make marshmallows at home bcos im on my period and i want marshmallows but im too lazy to go out and buy them and too shy to ask anyone to get them for me yet i have the audacity to think i can pull off making them at home

[elephants-with-reading-glasses]

As a Very Tall Girl (6'1), wearing a pair of jeans that reach my ankles makes me feel like a million bucks. My newest pair, that nearly touch the floor and have pockets deep enough for two (2) books on each side, make me feel like conquering the universe.

[humanmostlikely]

You know those character x chubby/plus-size reader fics meant to make people feel adored by their fictional LI and better about their size? I need those but with a specifically tall female reader. All my life I’ve felt bulky and unfeminine because of my height (5’10”/178 cm; elementary school was a b!tch) and I just want to fantasize about my comfort character finding me attractive anyway and letting me know it.

[historian-in-pearls]

Museum guest (50s, male): "...WHOA. You are TALL."

Me: "Yep, sure am."

Guest: "Like, LOOK how tall you are! LOOK!"

Me: "..."

Guest: "BEAUTIFUL. I think that's just BEAUTIFUL. You're a TALL woman! How old are you?"

Me (tired): "Thirty-seven."

Guest: "WOW! And a YOUNG woman! BEAUTIFUL!"

Me: "Okay. Sure."

Guest: (walks away muttering about my general existence)

[zaratustraelsabio]

Dana Rettke x3

[wren-phoenix-sideblog]

Some days I feel a desperate yearning to be used as a mattress

[sweet-alt-lillacs]

One of the greatest joys of a tall woman is finding a pair of jeans that not only fit appropriately, but come all the way down til they touch the top of you feet.

I am 5'10 AFAB she/they, I have a 35 inch inseam and and 43 inch Foot to Hip Ratio. My legs themselves are 3'6. My legs on their own are the height of an American 1st Grader. I have the average inseam measurement of a man who is 6'7. At least according to bikecommuterhero.com (the only source I could find).

Today, I was at Walmart browsing the clearance rack with very little time. I saw a beautiful pair of dark wash flare jeans in my size for $21. They looked super long so I gave them a chance without trying them on. I got home and they not only came to the tops of my feetz but they also almost hit the ground on the back of my ankle. I would pay $100 for a pair of jeans that made me feel this beautiful.