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Anonymous: How tall are you? I'm super tall and it makes me feel really insecure. I wish I could be small and fragile like other girls, but it's something I can't change. I hate it. I'm 5'8'', by the way.

Dear Adorable Anonymous,


Here is something I have figured out during my escapades - height doesn’t mean a damn thing. I am 5’1”, and yeah, I’m a shorty. A total shorty. But just because I’m a shorty doesn’t automatically make me fragile and cute, and just because you’re tall doesn’t make you huge and un-holdable. One of my best friends here in New Orleans, Mary, is super tall. I don’t know her exact measurements, but I think she’s 5’10”. And she’s adorable! I think she’s absolutely darling, and it has nothing to do with her height. I also know a short girl, shorter than me, in my history class - who is the toughest, most outspoken, could-easily-beat-you-up girl I’ve ever seen. She shouts and gives me a manly high-five whenever she sees me.

Just because you are short or tall doesn’t make people feel a strong certain way about you. Mary is absolutely adorable because of her personality and how she talks and interacts with me and our friends, even if her legs hang off my bed. And just because I’m short and little doesn’t mean I’m fragile - when you live in New Orleans, you gotta know how to punch old creepy drunk dudes! One thing I’ve learned, and, to be honest, one thing I’m still learning, is that the way people perceive you is FAR more about how you interact with them, and how you feel about yourself, than how you look. So please don’t worry about being tall. I guarantee you, being a certain way isn’t about the way you look, it’s about the way you feel.

(And speaking of - for you boys out there - there is a boy at my university who is as short as me - and I have the BIGGEST crush on him imaginable. The biggest crush known to man. Don’t worry about your height, dudes!)

And, even more importantly, I know what you mean about wanting to feel small and fragile, but sometimes, to be honest, I wish I was taller. I wish I was taller a lot of the time, especially being here in college. When I meet Erik’s friends, especially the girls, I have to look up at them, and they just seem so much more bigger and more mature than me because of their height and the bigger clothes they wear. It makes me feel SO little! But then I always have to tell myself that, hey! This is the body I was born with, and while I may never be taller than an 11-year-old girl, I can sure be tough and mature and handle myself. Just like how, even though you’re tall, there’s nothing stopping you from connecting to the sweet and fragile side of you. Be who you want to be and don’t let your body stop you, girl!



HUGE hugs (and some kisses),

Dianna