At this point in the blog, I’m sure that I have convinced you all that being tall is probably the worst thing that has ever happened to me. From buying clothes to sitting down, everything seems to be a struggle for me. However, although being tall is inconvenient at times, I have grown to love my lengthy legs and air dancer arms and am more confident in my height than I have ever been before. Though I haven’t yet expressed them in depth, there are several perks that tall people ensue.

One of the many perks of being tall is having sports teams beg for you, even if you have no true skill. As stated in my prior blog about field hockey, my high school volleyball team practically begged me to join the team. Even though I had no vertical and couldn’t serve a ball over the net to save my life, I somehow managed to make the varsity team as a sophomore after playing field hockey my freshman year. It took me until my senior year of high school to consistently serve the ball over the net and learn how to sort of jump, and I still got around 7 collegiate volleyball offers. Considering I had only played volleyball for three years, I’m 99% sure a lot of my success had to do with the fact that I’m 6’1 and not 5’2. It didn’t matter that I wasn’t the most skilled person, it just mattered that I barely had to jump in order to get above the net to block and hit, as pictured below.

Image via Karyn Porter

Another perk about being tall is the number of people who tell you that you should be a model, especially when you wear heels. The funniest part is that I’m technically too tall to be a model, with the maximum height for most modeling agencies typically being 5’11. However, even when I look like I just rolled out of bed I still get told that I should be a model. Honestly, there’s something empowering about wearing heels and towering above others. I used to be repulsed by even the thought of heels, but with my growing confidence in my height grew my desire to show others my newfound confidence. There’s something about a tall woman in heels that causes others to turn their heads. I don’t think there’s a word to describe the feeling I get when this happens, but I love it.

Image via Stacey Burnard

Moreover, there’s a ton of little perks to being tall. Although buying jeans can be aggravating because I can only get them online, they’re almost never sold out because most females aren’t 6ft tall. Similarly, when the women’s section at Old Navy was sold out of the jean jacket I had my eye on,  I was so upset until I remembered that they have a tall women’s section that was fully in stock. Even better than clothes, I generally don’t have to worry about wading in pool water because I can usually stand flat footed and still be fully above the water. Menial, I know, but it’s true.

Image via Joselyn Jones

More little perks of being tall:

• I could ride roller coasters when I was 6 because I was tall enough.
• I can eat more… This can be good and bad…
• National Hug a Tall Person Day... I don’t know if this is real but it sounds legit to me!
• In the back of a crowd or concert? No problem!
• I can reach the top shelf at Target 🙂

However, of all the perks, my favorite is by far the one that I found on Twitter that read. “Marry a tall girl so your kids will be D1” – @AugieD5. I never really thought about it, but my future children have a much higher chance of success in sports because I’m tall, and unlike Eniko Parrish, I plan on marrying tall as well. You’re welcome future kids.

All in all, I wouldn’t trade my height for the world and I am so glad that I have learned to love my height and everything that comes along with it. Thank you all for joining me on this blog journey, and I hope that I was able to add a little humor to your day!

Til next time,

Madison

Growing pains. We all get them, and they’re the worst when we grow four inches a year for two consecutive years. I’m sure you can all relate, right? No, I’m probably wrong, because no normal human being grows eight inches in two years. According to the American Academy of Pediatrics, girls should grow around 2 inches per year during their middle childhood. Some of my shorter readers may be thinking, “wow, I wish I could grow that much”, but growing quickly isn’t all fun and games.

(Image via TallNCurly)

Biologically, our bodies are not made to sustain rapid growth over a short period of time. This ultimately means that when you grow faster than your joints and muscles can keep up with, you end up in a lot of pain and discomfort; put more simply, growing pains. For years, I couldn’t understand why my knees and feet were always achy and painful during the months of November and December. I ultimately concluded that I was allergic to the holiday season, and went on with my life. This was until I was about 13 and realized that my bodily aches were accompanied by rapid growth, which just happened to always be during the holiday season, and coincidentally, after my birthday.

Me smiling in a picture with my little brother even though my knees were killing me (Image via Stacey Burnard)

What are growing pains like? Imagine waking up one morning and getting out of your bed just to realize that in addition to it being extremely painful to stand and walk, your knees creak with every step. Imagine the bottom of your feet aching as if you jumped up and down continuously for 24 hours. Imagine your thighs being as sore as if you squatted 700 pounds when you haven’t done so much as a bodyweight squat. These are growing pains, and they are not fun.

(Image via HerHaleness)

Many online resources, such as this one, advise parents to take their kids to a pediatrician if growing pains become severe, as they could be evidence of a more chronic issue. Luckily for me, my family saved a trip to the pediatrician’s office because they’ve been expecting it since I was a few months old. At my first doctor’s checkup, they placed me on the growth chart to determine my expected height; well, they tried to. Unsurprisingly, I was off of the charts, even at three months old. I was born 7.4 pounds and 24 inches, which is pretty high above the newborn average. Based off of my position in the 101st percentile (not on the chart), I was estimated to be 6 feet and 4 inches.

To scale picture of me if I was 6’4 (Image via Hareem Baig)

Currently, I stand at 6’1, and I have no desire to grow any taller. So, you could imagine my agony when I began to have the same growing pains in my legs and feet – that I haven’t had in about 3 years – shortly after my 17th birthday a few weeks ago. I WAS DISTRAUGHT. As many of you know, my jeans are just BARELY long enough for me now, so neither my wallet or my body can really handle another growth spurt at this point. As of now, the growing pains have ceased and I was only achy for about a week or two, so I guess we’ll have to wait until next semester to see if I really do hit 6’4.

Thanks for reading!

Madison

(Image via The Daily Gazette)

Most people don’t believe me when I tell them, but my freshman year in high school I played field hockey. Yes, field hockey with the little sticks. I know you’re all wondering, and yes, I was the tallest one on the team, even as a freshman. However, the thing that mostly shocks people is that I chose to play field hockey over volleyball, the typical sport that a 5’9, 12-year-old would play. But why? 

To be honest, looking back, I regret not trying out for volleyball my freshman year, but quite frankly I was too scared to try out for the team. This is because, embarrassingly enough, I was cut from the middle school volleyball team in both 7th AND 8th grade, and I was NOT about to get cut in high school too. So, where did the field hockey idea come from, of all sports?  

During my freshman orientation, there were a variety of sports teams, clubs, and various organizations at tables around the school recruiting freshmen to join or try out for their teams. When I passed the volleyball table, the coaches practically ran after me and begged me to try out, but the PTSD of being cut in middle school had still haunted me and I smiled but told myself that I would never again in my life touch a volleyball. Then suddenly as if angels had parted from the sky, I heard the magic words. “Everyone makes the team!” I nearly broke my neck to turn around and see “Chancellor High School Field Hockey” written on the table that I had just heard the magic words spoken from. I walked over to find out more information and was told that as long as I attended the conditioning Monday-Friday, 7:30am-12pm, the entire summer until tryouts, I was indeed guaranteed a spot on the team. Guess who spent their entire summer conditioning for field hockey? ME.  

However, my first issue arose when I went to Dick’s to buy a field hockey stick. A typical field hockey stick is supposed to go to the top of the players hip bone, but as you all know, my insanely long legs clearly didn’t allow for this. Even the specialty sticks that were available online weren’t long enough, so I was stuck with a stick that was disproportional to my body in comparison to the other girls.

(Image via Best Field Hockey Stick Sizing)                                                                                                                              

My second issue was “getting low”. Not only did my knees not allow for this, but no matter how low I got, it wasn’t low enough, and I still towered over everyone else. To make matters worse, one of the rules of field hockey is that you can’t swing your stick past your hip bone but considering that my hip was practically the height of other girls’ faces, it was pretty much inevitable that I would smash someone in the face. Fortunately, when this happened, I didn’t smash her face but instead pushed her jaw out of place. The worst part? This was still during conditioning and she was a sophomore on the team. Yikes.

(Image via Reddit)

Luckily for me, the week before tryouts I went on vacation to Florida, and while I was on vacation I broke my anterior inferior iliac spine playing limbo, and thus was unable to play for the entire season although I was still on the team (literally only because I went to every day of conditioning so that had to let me on). To say the least, it was quite an interesting experience, but you can bet that I did NOT try out the next year, and instead decided to try out volleyball one last time. It ended up working out, and I have been playing volleyball since then and still do on the Penn State Club Volleyball Team. What did I learn, you’re wondering? Ultimately, I learned that some sports just aren’t meant for tall, clumsy people like myself, and I’m okay with that. 

Thanks for tuning in! 

Madison

(Image via Undebunking Bigfoot)

I’m sure that just by looking at the title of this blog post, you all know what rant journey I am about to embark on. I’ve written about my long legs, I’ve written about my long arms, so it just makes sense that I write now, about my big ole feet. Quite literally, I am bigfoot.

I remember when I was 9 years old, constantly borrowing my mom’s shoes that fit me perfectly. She wears a size 8.5, the average shoe size for women in the United States. You may be thinking, “so what, that’s the average?”, but what 9 years old girl should be the average size of a fully grown woman? It would’ve been fine if my feet had stayed that size forever, but they didn’t, not even close.

I honestly hate when people ask me my shoe size because for some reason I’m in the phase of getting over some internal shame dealing with my height and everything that comes along with it; but, I currently wear a size 12 shoe in women. At first thought, a 12 is a massive shoe size, but when taking my height into consideration, my feet are one of the only things that are proportional concerning my height. Usually, when I tell people this, their automatic response is to look at my feet, and then say “well they aren’t that big compared to your size”. Honestly, this does alleviate a bit of self-consciousness concerning my feet, because at times I am convinced that I look like this:

(Image via Imgflip)

However, a little self-consciousness never hurt anyone, so what’s the problem? The real problem that I have with my feet is the fact that I can NEVER find shoes that I like in my size. Nearly all of my friends can go to American Eagle or Charlotte Russe and find a cute pair of shoes, but I lost that opportunity when I passed a size 10 at 12 years old. Unfortunately, in-store is even worse than online. I probably own 1 pair of shoes that I have been able to physically walk into a store, try on, and purchase. The majority of my shoes end up from Nordstrom Rack or some other online site, and oftentimes my shoes are in men’s sizes. This is because I am a size 10 in men, which is their average, thus my men’s sneakers and converse are available in abundance. Clearly, however, I am out of luck when it comes to heels, cute sandals, or anything other than my crocs. I LOVE CROCS and they come in bigger sizes than a 12!

Long story short, big feet and lack of shoe accessibility are just a few more struggles associated with being a tall girl.

Thanks for reading!

Madison

We’ve all driven past a Ford, Chevrolet, or Volvo car dealership at least once in our lives, and laughed at those massive blowup things that spazz in whatever direction the air pushes them in. Well, turns out they have a name – air dancers – and turns out a lot of people think I look just like one.

(Image via Giphy)

Air dancer or Madison? (Image via Karyn Porter)

“Why”, you ask? The answer is simple. I’m sure you all remember one of my earlier posts, where I wrote elaborately about my extremely long legs. Luckily, I didn’t just get blessed with one pair of long limbs, I got blessed with two! #LongLiveLongLimbs! My legs may be long, but my arms are most definitely more impressive.

I was in middle school when I first realized that my arms were NOT the right size for my body. A couple of my friends and I were mesmerized by the fact that our feet were the same length as our forearms and our arms were the same height as us… until I realized that my arms were about 8 inches taller than me. Suddenly, it all clicked. I realized that the reason that I got dress coded on twin day when I wore the same exact jean skirt as my best friend, was because the “fingertip length” rule for me was at my knees, whereas for her it was midthigh.

After this realization, I began to notice my excessively long arms in every picture I took and every time I looked in the mirror. It became one of my biggest insecurities throughout middle school,  but I figured I would grow out of it eventually. Unfortunately, I didn’t grow out of it, and to this day my wingspan is still 6’6, 5 inches taller than me, and “fingertip length” is still at my knees.

However, during my sophomore year in high school when I began playing volleyball, I grew increasingly thankful for my lanky arms. It didn’t matter that I couldn’t jump to save my life, I just had to stand there and put my arms up and I ended up being successful most of the time. Here are some pictures of the blessings of long arms:

A shot of me blocking in the local newspaper (Image via Fredericksburg Free Lance Star)

A shot of me hitting at National Qualifiers in Atlanta, Georgia (Image via Karyn Porter)

Now, I am a college freshman, and I have grown to love and accept my long limbs. But, like my jeans, it is difficult to find clothing to properly fit my abnormally long friends. Generally, I have to invest in extra large sweaters or long sleeved shirts, which usually result in the shirt being too big in the body, but the perfect length for my arms. As evident in some of the above pictures, the jerseys that fit my body, end up being arm highwaters (is that a thing?). I think it’s a given at this point that life isn’t fair, especially for us taller people, and we have to learn at one point or another that sometimes we have to sacrifice size for length.

Thanks for reading! #LongLiveLongLimbs

Madison

Many of you all, like me, one day hope to marry the love of your life and live happily ever after. However, at the rate I’m going (growing?), I’m honestly not sure how successful I’ll be. I’m unsure about a lot of things, but the one thing I AM sure of is that I will not marry someone shorter than me (knock on wood). No offense to my shorter male friends out there, I respect everyone, but I absolutely refuse to be like Eniko Parrish and Kevin Hart.

(Image via People)

We’re a couple posts in, so I’m sure most of you are aware that I am well above average height for a female, and surprise, I’m above average height for a male, as well. I am literally 4 entire inches above the average height of a male, meaning that the majority of the male population of the United States of America is shorter than me. That being said,  most of the guys that I refer to as short probably aren’t actually short, but in my book, tall is at least 6’4. However, studies show that less than 2% of American males are above 6’4. What a selection! Just kidding.

My friend Andres and I, showing a significant height difference (Image via Joselyn Jones)

Throughout high school, I had a good amount of male friends that were taller than me, but my shorter male friends obviously exceeded this number. Out of the 1200 people at my high school, there were probably 6 males that were taller than me. That’s literally 0.5%. Yikes. Here in college, I’m pretty sure that I have yet to have a real conversation with a male that is taller than me. I feel like I’m ruining my family legacy as the minutes’ pass. My mom, who stands at a strong 5’4, managed to meet my dad, who stands at 6’8, during her freshman year here at Penn State…HOW?!!! Sometimes at night, I wonder how easy life must be when you’re not always the tallest person at a function, constantly drawing attention and pretending not to notice people staring at you, and you can see in their eyes how badly they want to ask you if you play basketball. Just kidding. Kind of. Not really.

But in all seriousness, I came to college to earn a degree, not to scope out potential husbands. Don’t get me wrong, it would be nice, but definitely not a priority right now. Maybe if I wish hard enough, I’ll. find a nice 6’4+ potential husband in medical school but until then, I think chemistry needs as much love and attention from me as possible. Bigger yikes.

Anyways, until the hopeful day that I find my future husband, I’ll probably continue to have nightmares of becoming the next Eniko Parrish.

Until next week!

Madison

Every day, we sit in our beds, we sit in our classes, we sit at our desks, and we sit at our tables. Sitting serves as a type of intermission between our incessant running back and forth between our classes, club meetings, and other daily activities. It provides our body with an overwhelming sense of relaxation, where literally all you have to do, is sit. But what happens when this daily occurrence becomes more of a daily hassle? I would know.  

As we’ve talked about before, my legs are very long, like comparable to a giraffe’s neck long. For this reason, sitting sometimes seems more like a task than like a relaxer. Whether I’m sitting at my desk, sitting at a table, sitting in the Forum, or sitting in a car, my legs simply don’t allow for the level of comfort that many of my peers’ experience.  

You all know the typical Penn State dorm desks, the big, ugly, wooden ones that you slide your chair under. Well for me, the only time I slide my chair under is when I’m not in it. This is simply because if I try to slide under my desk while sitting in the chair my feet hit the wall way before I’m under and my knees hit the top of the desk. 

Like this: 

(Image via Madison Burnard)

However, sitting at a desk isn’t my only downfall, sitting at a table is too. Anyone who has ever sat across from me at a table knows exactly what I mean: ankle abuse. It’s not intentional, and anyone that knows me knows that I’m probably the least violent person on the face of the planet, but it happens. My legs are so long that it’s pretty much guaranteed that I will accidentally kick whoever is across from me more than once. I feel especially bad for my mom, who endures ankle abuse from both my dad and I. Whenever we’re at a restaurant, it’s inevitable that she gets kicked. My dad is 6’8 and I am 6’1, so we obviously can’t sit across from each other, thus one of us is always across from her. I’m sure once my younger brother, who is 11 and 5’3, grows, we will probably cancel family dinner outings altogether, for my mom’s ankles’ sake.  

Even better than ankle abuse, is spinal abuse. For me, this usually occurs in the Forum, in cars, and even on the bus rides home.  Simply put, my legs are so long that they literally impale the spines of whoever is unfortunate enough to have to sit in front of me. In the Forum, the rows are so close together that my knees literally push into the back of the chair in front of me. This usually leaves the person in front of me sitting STRAIGHT up or leaning forward and shooting me dirty looks throughout class. Sorry dude. Additionally, in cars and buses, my knees are pretty much always pressing into the seat in front of me, even if I’m sitting behind my mom who’s 5’4. Long car/bus rides are AWFUL. I recently took a Greyhound bus home, and I literally couldn’t even move because I was jammed between the window, another person, and the seat in front of me. To make matters worse, the knee cramps associated with this unfortunate occurrence was KILLER and I couldn’t extend my legs for THREE HOURS.  

(Image via Penn State T&F Alumni)

Long story short, sitting is just another thing you shouldn’t take for granted if you’re not 6 feet tall. Quite frankly, I feel bad for anyone taller than me, because believe me, the struggle is real.  

Thanks for reading and tune in next week for more of the fantastic perks of being a giant!

Madison

At the end of a long day, most of us want nothing more than to take a nice, long, hot shower and get ready for bed. Personally, I always look forward to this part of my day, until I remember the awkward discomfort I experience in dorm showers. Shower struggles have usually occurred on rare occasions, such as when I went to a camp or visited another country. But now, shower struggles are something I get to look forward to every night for the rest of the school year.  

Not to exaggerate, but the showers here in Simmons Hall are practically half the size of my shower back home and are about a foot shorter than my high, specially installed showerhead back in Virginia. Obviously, I didn’t expect the showers to be the same size, but I also did not expect the showerhead to only be high enough to reach my armpits. This usually results in an awkward squat-like stance in order for the shower water to reach my neck and shoulders. If that’s hard to envision, I usually end up looking something like this, or at least it feels this way: 

(Image via Cosmopolitan)

Since I, very evidently, will not have the privilege of a personalized shower head here, I had to find a way to make it work. one way or another. Since my first week, I have learned to improvise and find a more comfortable way to wash my excessively long legs that I talked about in my prior blog. Luckily for me, some of the showers in Simmons have small benches outside of the physical shower but still inside of the individual shower stall. The setup looks like this:

(Image via Madison Burnard)

Fortunately, if I open the shower curtain, I can extend each leg onto the bench while washing up and be a bit more comfortable than trying to do all that in the tiny shower vicinity. The only down part of THAT is that it requires me to have the shower curtain open, so in addition to water practically flooding the floor, it’s even more awkward than the awkward squat-stance. Why, you ask? Because, the shower stall doors are also short, and I am just the opposite. Therefore, on multiple occasions, I have made eye contact with people walking past the stall which ultimately results in an awkward exchange like below.

(Image via Tenor)

As far as I’m concerned, the showers aren’t getting any bigger and I’m not getting any shorter. However, considering that it is only the fifth week of school, I’m sure I have A LOT more adjusting to do and I’m sure I will continue to find new, innovative ideas to continually make showering less of a tragic hassle than it is now. Although I will probably continue to make a lot of uncomfortable eye contact with others as I shower, I’ll just look on the bright side. Maybe I’ll make some friends! Just kidding.  

Yes, the showers are gross and yes, wearing shoes in the shower SUCKS, but it could be worse (you could be me)! But really, NEVER take the comfort of showering for granted. EVER.

Thanks for tuning in!

Madison

A friend and I during the summer – notice my “capris” (Image via Anderson Vasquez)

How difficult is it for you to buy pants? Yes, pants, the material that covers your legs type of pants. Well, you might be wondering why anyone would ask such a stupid question. Anyways, there are tons of stores at your local mall that you can run into and purchase a pair of pants whenever you feel like it. There are light wash jeans, dark wash jeans, black jeans, white jeans, skinny jeans, flare jeans, dress pants, leggings, sweatpants, you name it; the variety is endless! Sometimes, you may feel overwhelmed by all the potential options to choose from. Luckily, I don’t have this problem. 

As mentioned before, I absolutely love being 6’1, but it definitely has its disadvantages. Around the time I turned 12 and was 5’9, I realized that my pants just weren’t long enough anymore and highwaters were no longer in style (honestly, were they ever?). My legs were (and still are) extremely long and somewhat disproportional in comparison to the rest of my body.

The meme I am often compared to (Image via Popjustice)

Anyways, back to my dilemma. So, highwaters were no longer sufficient, but I had no clue what to do. I tried stretching my jeans and I even tried buying bigger sizes – but that simply resulted in a larger waist size and the same length. Just when I was ready to give up and pretend that my pants were capris for the rest of my life, my swim coach, who was pretty tall herself, informed my mom and me that Aeropostale, Hollister, and American Eagle sold jeans in lengths. I stocked up on jeans and was super excited to not wear capris in the middle of the winter.   

I was living contently until I hit ANOTHER growth spurt around 14 and my LONG jeans weren’t long enough. I had hit 6 foot and my new favorite clothing item – my long pants – were about 2 inches too short. Just fantastic! How is it possible that LONG jeans are too SHORT? I was beyond annoyed. I had no clue what to do. I visited every store in my mall in search of a “longer long” pant size, and I found – you guessed it – nothing. 

 Now, I REALLY thought that I was going to have to wear “capris” for the rest of my life. That was until I went back to American Eagle for the 4th time and tried on about 6 pairs of long jeans just for none of them to fit adequately in length. After walking out of the dressing room miserably to show my mom that none of them fit appropriately, the employee asked me if I was looking for a longer pant. I told her that the pants I was wearing were the long pant, and that’s when she enlightened me that American Eagle sells EXTRA long jeans, however online only. 

I’m sure you could imagine my excitement, I was ecstatic that once again I wouldn’t have to pretend that capris were in style during seasons that they were NOT appropriate for. However, that excitement became a bit inhibited when I realized that the only pants that I could get online in an extra-long were jeans.  

To this day, I still get every single pair of my jeans from American Eagle, simply because they are the only place I have found that sells extra-long jeans at a price that doesn’t make me nauseous. It is still unfortunate that finding dress pants, khakis, leggings, and sweatpants that are the right length for me is nearly impossible, but I have improvised by investing in men’s sweatpants, wearing tall socks to cover my leggings, and still using the capris tactic with khakis. 

Regardless, I still owe it all to American Eagle for at least allowing me to find jeans my length. Being tall has its perks and downfalls, but in the end, there’s always a valuable lesson to be learned. For me, I learned to never EVER take my pants for granted and to always remember that ankle coverage is a privilege, not a right. 

Tune in next week to continue our delve into the life of a tall female! 

Madison

My high school volleyball team and me, #14 (Image via Abigail Cook)

Throughout my life, there has been one question that I have been asked more than any other. “Do you play basketball?” This is a question I hear from strangers at the grocery store, acquaintances at my church, friends at my school, coworkers of my parents, and even my very own family. It seems as if everyone and their mother wants to know if I do, indeed, play basketball.  

Now, I am in no way asserting that it’s a stupid question. In fact, considering that I passed the average height of a fully-grown woman by the time I was 10 years old, I shouldn’t be surprised that this is the question I am most frequently asked. Honestly, in most cases, I would also expect a 6 foot 14-year-old, the average height of a WNBA player, to play basketball as well. However, I think what irks me the most is the overwhelming amount of times I am asked this question and the way in which I am asked.  

Generally, when we first meet someone, our initial reaction is to introduce ourselves and ask a conversational question such as: “what’s your name?”. More commonly, when conversing with those we already know, a simple “how are you?” or “what’s up?” is the first thing we ask one another. Personally, I am usually greeted with an “oh my god, you’re so tall” or “do you play basketball?” or “please tell me you’re doing something productive with all that height”. Though at first, these questions seemed funny and genuine, after about 6 years of it, I am OVER it. Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE my height, but that doesn’t mean I want to be told every 60 seconds that I am “soooooo tall” and asked if I play basketball.  

My mother, father, and I at an event (Image via Gregory Henderson)

Frankly, I could place all the blame on my dad. My mom is only 5’4, so I had a chance at being the height of a normal girl, however, my dad, who stands at 6 foot 8, ruined all chances of “average” for me. And guess what? He has NEVER played basketball and neither do I, which is probably best for everyone. What’s quite ironic is that the only person in my family who plays basketball is my little brother, who is 11 and 5’3. 

My younger brother and I pictured in front of Atherton Hall (Image via Stacey Burnard)

Basically, what I’m trying to get at is that if you see a tall person follow these steps. 1) DON’T TELL THEM THAT THEY’RE TALL – they already know. I promise. 2) DON’T ASK THEM IF THEY PLAY BASKETBALL – just don’t. Unless they’re wearing a basketball uniform. But then you already know the answer. So, just refrain. 3) If they say they don’t play basketball, DO NOT and I repeat DO NOT TELL THEM THAT THEY’RE A WASTE OF HEIGHT. Instead, try using some of these “quality conversation starters” to avoid annoying the next tall person you talk to.

Just follow my handy-dandy tips and you’re on your way to becoming every tall person’s best friend!!

Thanks for tuning in!
Madison