Tall, Thin, and Totally Over Your Comments About It

Because apparently being 5’7” and not shaped like a Pixar mom is a public concern.


Let’s just get this out of the way: Yes, I’m tall. Yes, I’m skinny. No, I don’t need you to narrate it like a bad sports commentator every time I walk into a room.


"Do you even eat?"

No, I photosynthesize. I stand in the sun and absorb nutrients through sarcasm and spite. Of course I eat. I eat a lot. Just because I don’t pack on weight doesn’t mean I’m starving in the name of fashion. Some bodies are just like that—skinny by nature, not by struggle.


"You must work out."

If by “work out” you mean chasing kids, rage cleaning, and aggressively avoiding responsibilities… then yes. I’m a damn athlete.


The Tall Girl Conundrum

Being 5'7" is like standing at the exact height where people think you're tall, but you don’t qualify for runway modeling, WNBA recruitment, or “giraffe” status. I’m in the no-man’s land of height. Just tall enough to bump my head, not tall enough to monetize it.


And don’t even get me started on heels. I love them… in theory. But in practice? One step and I’m the human version of a watchtower. People look up like I’m going to announce the weather. “Skies are clear, awkward stares incoming.”


Skinny Girl Stereotypes I’m Sick Of:


That we’re fragile. (I’ll move a couch solo just to prove a point.)


That we’re automatically confident. (Some of us struggle to gain weight and are just as self-conscious.)


That we’re the beauty standard. (Newsflash: Not all of us want to be this size. Bodies are weird, unpredictable, and no two are the same.)



The Truth?

I like eating what I want without math. I love that I can enjoy food without guilt. But that doesn’t mean I don’t have insecurities. That doesn’t mean I haven’t stood in the mirror and picked myself apart like anyone else. Skinny doesn’t mean satisfied. Tall doesn’t mean confident. We’re all just out here trying to find jeans that fit and bras that don’t ride up.


So next time you see a tall, thin girl and feel the urge to comment on her body like you’re delivering breaking news—don’t. Trust me, we’ve heard it all. And we’re totally over it. 

If I made you laugh, cringe, or question your entire existence—consider tossing a tip my way.

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