Eighth grade. Oh, the glorious middle school years. This was the year I sprouted up heightwise and never really stopped. My height continued to escalate, while, on the other hand, my self-esteem in its entirety plummeted. People will tell you, "Oh my gosh, you don't know it, but you are so blessed to be so tall! You don't even know it." (If we've heard it once, we've heard it a thousand other times. Eye roll.) Well, ladies and gentlemen, let me tell you what I do know and why I hate having the struggle of being a tall male


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Among one of the most dreaded questions and assumptions for us non-athletic females that lack any coordination. No, I do not play basketball. No, I do not want to be having this conversation.

2. "Have fun finding a girl friend who's taller than you. How awkward would it be to date a lady who's shorter than you?"

3. Showers at friend's houses, school, other family members' homes (basically anywhere other than your own home) are pretty much an impossibility.

Being able make eye contact with the incoming traffic in public bathrooms when standing in a closed door stall.