did i ever tell you that i blame a red dress for the fact that i am so darn tall?
because i do.
and i blame charlize theron.
more specifically, i blame charlize theron in that red dress.
you know the one i'm talking about. you must.
hmmm. okay, yes, i see your point. now that i look at it i realize it's not exactly red (the footnote says bronze). but you get the point.
i mean, come on, is she not heaven in that dress?
this spawned a certain love affair with ms. theron, such that, i took to googling. and what i remember is that i was particularly taken with her height.
five feet, ten inches.
glorious! huzzah! yes, i would be that height as well then. i was old enough to know that the chances were pretty good that i would be tall, so might as well really be.
so i took a sharpie, pulled out a tape measure, and charted out the distance on the frame leading into my bathroom.
growing up i would stand there. against the molding, mark how tall i was, how much progress i had made, and how far i had yet to go.
and when all was said and done and all the proverbial cookies had crumbled (puberty and growth spurts and the joys of teenage-hood) don't know you, i stood right up against the frame, put my hand atop my head, stepped away to look where it had landed and...BLAM. 5 foot 10.
some things are willed into existence. of this i'm almost nearly, just pretty sure, nursing a strong inkling that yes, indeed, that is true.
the funny thing is. i'd give a few of those inches back. because this is what i know now: men are short. particularly those in drama school. particularly on the east coast. and the thing is i'm like anyone else: i wanna wear heals! i want to feel small and demure and lithe next to my beau!
then again, this too is true: it's great for concerts, and...
oh, gosh, that's all i've got so far, it's great for concerts.
i've been working on it though. of late. i've been working on pulling my shoulders back, unfurling the full width of my chest, holding my neck high. because for better or worse it's not just ms. theron's story, it's mine. and when i'm surrounded by family, and the tall women we boast, i know it's part history, part heritage, part love-story.
but do send your really tall guy friends my way, won't you?