Chronicles of a super tall woman

I like him, he’s cool. I wanna talk to him, pick his mind, talk about life. if only he can come closer, say hi, give me an awkward “strangers” hug. Poor guy eventually catches on and walks over then oh-ooh, I can see the top of his head!!!!

Where are all the tall men out there?

I wanna cuddle up in bed next to him and feel like a tiny, protected, fragile me and disappear in his arms. Instead of trying to bend my legs so they don’t stick out in bed, and curl up behind him so he doesn’t realise my legs can go as far as his waist.

I want to be lifted off my feet and spun around like a 5-year-old. And kissed all the way to the bedroom in his arms.

Instead of walking all the way there with my head hanging low because, poor guy thought he had muscle enough to carry all 171cm of me.

And rather found himself bruised all round balancing with everything in sight before finally, with the last breath remaining in him, throws in the towel and admits defeat.

Unlike most women I know, shoe shopping becomes the worst pain of them all, not because my feet are so big they only fit in the men’s section.

To the contrary, they are a perfect 4, but every pair I fall in love with means that I bow down at every door and everyone talking to you starts suffering from neck strains looking up at you.

Thank Gawd the “turned-up” pants and jeans have become the trend, saving you from being embarrassed about your pants and jeans that never quite touch the ankle (qatha out)… lol.

Hair up-dos have become a no-no, you are already taller than everyone else in the club, men women combined, you don’t wanna make matters worse extending the inches!!!

The store version of a micro mini skirt is enough to cover your waist, or perhaps be creative and make it a boob tube, otherwise stick to the normal ones that serve to cover everyone else’s legs but yours.

 You see the runway called life?

Walk tall, Tallie.

Giraffes get to taste the freshest, ripest fruits without much effort.

Isn’t that awesome?

So can you,

Enjoy the ripest fruits of life.

Be You!

Step-up

Step-up

A mantra I chant to myself every morning, day, evening and night.

Step up to being a good mom, achieve your career goals, buy that house, pay off those debts, go to that girls’ night out, go home to be with family, go to that festival even if you’re alone.

Step up and be the best you can be.

Every time there are two steps up, there is one step down. Yes, it doesn’t just all work out at once. Conflict is part of it, those you love and loath evenly. You lose some, you win some, eventually you conquer the demons, the skies clear up and opportunities arise, amends are made, goals are achieved and new goals come up.

There is a price to pay; with every step up there is a hefty price to pay. You spend time with the kids so they are happy. You still worry about the work you are supposed to complete before Monday, and the 15th outing with the girls that you have turned down.

There is only one you, and you are not able to do it all at once. There are no limits or targets other than the ones you set for yourself. In your time, when you can, you will do it, in the order that you arrange yourself. You know your priorities, and challenges, you deal with your demons, you face the wrath, you have every right to choose and live by your choices. If it is on anyone else’s clock, nothing will be achieved, and you will forever be wondering why it is so.

Stick to your beliefs, values, goals and targets, if you don’t live yours, you will adopt everyone else’s and you have no idea why they are.

It will be challenging, it will be worth it. If it’s yours, nobody else’s.

Rebound

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Do not let me fall for you

Do not creep into my heart

Let’s not get into the complicated stuff

Can’t we just have fun and leave it at that?

My heart is recouping

And you’re doing a great job at curing it

Let me not fall for you

I dont know if you’ll be there

To catch me if I fall

I might just crush an already broken heart

And render you useless