In today’s world, the average height for a girl is around five feet-four inches. As a six foot tall girl, I am constantly followed by a stream of height related comments and questions. Even though I am way over the average height, in high school, I was not even the tallest girl in my class. All of my friends were over six feet tall. Growing up around so many other tall girls, I did not realize how drastically taller I was than the rest of the world; that was until I came to college. However, growing up around such a tall crowd, I have learned to laugh at the height comments and love my tallness. Here are just a few of the problems that I know all tall girls can relate to.

“Wow, you're so tall!”

Really? I hadn't realized! People love to remind you that you are so tall. This comment is always followed by the question, “How tall are you exactly?” Taller than you, I am taller than you.

“Do you play basketball or volleyball?”

It seems that whenever I am meeting new people, they can not resist, but to ask this question. FYI, it is possible to be this tall and not play a sport. People see height and assume that I was born to be an athlete.

Pants shopping is a nightmare.

It is virtually impossible to find a pair of pants that do not look like capris. Either I have to go up four sizes to get long enough pants and hope that a belt will hold the pants up, or just roll the pants up an inch and pretend I bought them to look short. Every tall girl knows the stores that sell pants in long and we all just end up buying five pairs of the same pants because we never know the next time we’ll find a pair that will fit us.

“How’s the weather up there?”

Ask me that one more time…please.

Finding a tall guy is like winning the lottery.

It seems that all tall guys go for short girls and all the short guys go for even shorter girls. As a tall girl, all of my friends beg me to give random, short guys a chance, when in reality, everyone knows that I will not date a guy that is a foot shorter than me. He may be super nice, but we can all agree that having to duck to kiss your guy is not ideal. So, all of us tall girls have to wait for a guy that decides tall girls are not so bad. After all, guys, if you want your kids to be varsity athletes, you have to search for those tall genes, a.k.a., tall girls!

Taking pictures is your own personal torture.

Do I go in the middle? Should I go in the back? Maybe I’ll just kneel? What if I lay across the front of the picture? Taking group pictures is a certain kind of hell for tall girls. Either your head gets cropped out of the picture since all of your friends are heads shorter than you, or you just look like a giant posing with everyone. Ultimately, you always stand out in a picture, whether you think that is a good thing or a bad thing, that is up to you!

“Can you reach this for me?”

Stores should just hire tall people to be able to reach things that the rest of the world can’t. Oh, you want to chips on the top shelf of the grocery store? Sure, let me just lean over and grab it for you, there is no need to jump or use a ladder ma’am.

“OMG, do you model?”

No, no I do not model. No clothes on this planet fit me properly enough to take a good picture. Plus, have you seen my face?

Dresses are scary short on you.

Forget dress code length, dresses are so short they are practically terrifying to wear. Most dresses barely cover your butt, let alone cover any part of your thigh. So, if it is time to visit the grandparents, then you always spend weeks searching for that one dress that does not make you look like you just got off from your shift at the strip joint down the street.

People ask why you bother wearing heels.

Nothing screams “middle school” more than wearing flats to a club or dance. Of course, we tall girls are going to wear heals, just accept the fact that I am going to be six-feet-five-inches for the night.

Tall girls do not ever, and I mean ever, sit in the back seat of a car.

If there is an option of me or my short friend sitting in the back of a car, then my short friend is going back there cause no way am I going to fold myself into a tiny ball and jam myself into the back of a Prius. No, thank you! Once my older brother (six feet-six inches) rode in the back of my ford focus and it took him a solid half-an-hour to unfold himself from the back seat.

Rompers.

Just know they will not ever happen for a tall girl because of two words: camel toe.

Low ceilings are code for headaches.

Low ceilings, fans, doorways, chandeliers, shelves -- these are all causes of self-inflicted injuries caused by being a giant. One day society will learn that raised ceilings are the new fad and then I can stop ducking whenever I walk into a new room.

Although there are many problems with being so tall, there are so many more perks. My height gives me confidence, skills and sets me apart from the rest of the world. I would never not want to be the crazy, tall person that I am.