Feeling Too Tall
I am a very tall Chinese girl. I am 6'2". Well, I tell people that. 6'3" is more like it - or to be totally honest 6'3.5". Actually, that's an evening measurement, early in the morning, I closer to 6'4". That's tall for a white girl, for an Asian it's unreal. I just turned 19 and I seem to have stopped growing (thank god!!). It took awhile to be sure; between age 17 and 18 I grew somewhere between a quarter and half an inch. I'm getting more comfortable with it now, but when I was younger it was extremely awkward. I was never predicted to be so tall. They said 5'10" to 5'11". At the beginning of 7th grade I was 5'6" and by far the tallest of my friends. That year I grew 3 inches and people started to compare me to some of the boys to determine who was the tallest in the class. In 8th grade I put on 2 and a half more inches. Near the end of the year, at almost 5'11" I went to the 8th grade dance with a boy who was 5'6"! The tall boys all went with the short girls! The time I started to feel unusually tall was after our 8th grade class photos. We all took pictures in groups of 3 to 5 people. In mine, I and 3 other girl were standing next to a fence. They were probably 5'0" to 5'3" and when I saw the picture I was shocked. I didn't really notice it before the picture, but none of them came up higher than my chest! I looked like a telephone pole next to them and I started to think "God!, I am really really TALL". That summer I went to visit my Grandma for 2 months. All my relatives were amazed at my height. I told one person I was going to be a freshman next year and he said, "what college?". My dad kept track of our heights on a door sill. I grew half an inch in 2 months at my Grandma's house. I was starting to feel worried and self conscious. I talked to the doctor and he said I probably wouldn't grow much more. Unfortunately for me it would take some time for things to wind down. Half an inch may not seem like much - maybe I grew some after my dad's last measurement - but when I went back to school all my friends were saying "you grew! you grew! Oh my God!". It didn't help my feelings any. Sometime in early in 9th grade I passed 6 feet and by 10th grade I was well over 6'1". I grew another inch in 10th grade and was over 6'2" by the end of the school year. Early high school was the hardest time for me. I was so tall that I was starting to get stares and glances at the grocery store and shopping mall. I would measure myself often and every few months I would be a quarter inch or so taller. It didn't seem to have an end, I would just grow and grow and grow. Two years in a row the doctor told me I would stop but my body wasn't listening and just grew and grew. Every now and then, one of my friends would look at me funny and ask, "Hey!, are you taller??!!" I remember going to a clothing store where the clerk helped me find pants long enough to fit me. I didn't go back for maybe 8 months. When I did, the same clerk recognized me right away and within 2 minutes said, "You look taller! - did you grow?". Later she asked if I was still growing. It really annoyed me but she just wanted to know if I wanted to buy my cloths a little long. It was slowing down though. In 11th grade I grew less than an inch. In 12th less than half an inch. Now at 6'3.5" I actually do feel better about it. There are advantages you don't understand in 9th grade. But I still don't think I would choose it. I still wonder what it would be like going through high school not looking like a bean pole. Or what it is like to be an adult at 5'0" - I height I haven't experienced since... well since fourth grade!