Every day, models are seen on TV, and in magazines. Oddly enough, I share one main characteristic with them-being tall. But, is being 5’8 really what is seems to be?

There are many daily complications that come with being tall. Imagine entering a store and seeing a wall of jeans. I go to them and excitedly try to find my size then I realize that they only sell “short” jeans. Doesn’t seems fun does it? But, the problem doesn’t end there. Clothes almost never fit. Being tall means that everything is long, including arms and torso. Long sleeve shirts and jackets can be a nightmare. However, this fashion crisis isn’t over yet. Heels and tall girls like me don’t mix. I feel like a skyscraper hovering over everyone more than I already do.

Let’s also talk about the fact that people have the audacity to say things like, “you’re so tall!”, “can you shrink?”, “I would hate to be your height.”. They remind me of these things almost as if I forgot. More struggles include, me and my long legs can’t fit properly in cars, or even in my own bed, which is suppose to be meant for relaxation.

Overall, tall girls have it way worse than short girls do. The simplest things can be a disaster. Daily stress free tasks can be the most complex things to do.

People make jokes, hash tags, and whatever else out of “short girl struggles.” Everyone laughs at the pictures made and what not, but they don’t know the actual meaning of “short girl struggles.”

Almost everyone knows the typical cant-reach-anything problem or being invisible in high mirrors, but no one knows the other struggles we have. I can’t get anything accomplished when I have everyone picking me up and using me as an arm rest.

I try to fuss at people, but as a short person I can never get their attention.

Don’t even get me started on the annoying comments, “Why are you short?” or being called “shorty” and “shawty.” That really gets on my nerves.

Being in public is the worst. I can’t walk around without someone asking “where are your parents?” or making funny faces. People think I’m so much younger than I really am; it gets pretty annoying.

Getting everyone to get things can be a pain, too. I feel like a little kid again with my parents doing everything for me.

When the teenage years come, I begin to learn how to drive. Sitting something under you or raising the seat is required when you have “short girl struggles.”

Another problem is gaining a few pounds doesn’t just even out. The weight has nowhere to go, which results in having to purchase of new jeans or shirts.

No one will ever truly understand the struggles of a short person unless they are vertically challenged.