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A Tall Story

I want to talk about height.

According to Wiki and Yahoo Answers (which admittedly aren’t the most reliable sources of information) the average height for women in the UK is 5ft 5″. I’m 5ft 10″ and have been since the age of 14, add a pair of decent heels to the equation and I’m topping 6ft 1″ when I’m at work or a night out.

Tall Story

Tall Story (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

There have been lots of occasions over the years where my height has been a major grievance, yet I’m constantly hearing others moaning ‘Oh I wish I was tall’. Do you have any idea how hard it is to buy jeans, maxi dresses or tailoring off the rack on the high street? I’ve resorted to wearing ballet flats more often since they burst into the scene a few years ago which in turn has expanded my wardrobe choices considerably but being tall isn’t just about leg length. I want to wear heels because they make me feel more feminine, but wearing a shoe with a 3-4″ heel puts me at eye level with most guys and instantly quashes my sex appeal. Stupid genetics.

At school I hated being tall, I was the same height as most of the boys in my class which, as I’m sure you can imagine was a big barrel of fun. Sport was my saving grace though, I was good at athletics and netball which I firmly believe saved me from a few hidings and bought me much-needed popularity points to get through those horrible teenager years. I learned to embrace my ‘Athletic‘ body shape. I’ll never forget being on my hen night in ‘Funny Girls‘ transvestite club in Blackpool, I should have danced the night away, instead I was more concerned that other revellers were wondering if I was a guy or a girl given that I was as tall as the performers.

Being tall became a slight advantage when I got to around 17, started going out with my mates to town and getting noticed a bit more. I’d love nothing more than slipping into a little black dress, donning a huge pair of heels and sauntering into the pubs and clubs in the city turning a few heads with my 44″ of leg on show. The only downfall is once you’re in a jam-packed bar, at shoulder height with all the cute guys, they don’t see your legs! But you do tend to get served quickly. I have only ever dated one guy shorter than me and it was weird. It lasted all of three dates and I made up some lame excuse as to why I couldn’t see him again but being taller than your man is strange right? I love the illustration from Tall Story with Jane Fonda and Anthony Perkins where the girl loves the tall guys. That’s how it’s always gone down with Disney too. Yet Sophie Dahl and Jamie Cullum are still going strong…..aren’t they?

Where clothes are concerned, being tall is only great if you are also very slim. I’m carrying a little more weight than I’d like so I tend to stick to one or two stores that cater for taller women. New Look and H&M are my current favourites and with Summer on the way (we hope) I can delve back into TopShop and Hollister for capri pants and cropped joggers, which I have really missed over the Winter months. Do you know of any hidden gems for ladies with long pins? Whatever happened to Long Tall Sally?

My height has thrown me challenges over the years, from wedding dresses to buggies. I definitely have a love/hate relationship with my height, but as long as I keep the cellulite at bay, my legs will remain my best feature……after two kids they’re my only feature!!

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Swimwear…Urgh

I really dislike swimwear with a passion borne from having my first child at the age of 22 and not fulfilling my destiny to be a Sports Illustrated model…yeah in my wildest dreams. But without wanting to sound like my Mum, I had an awesome body before I had kids. I’ve always been lucky to have a fast metabolism and I’m tall so I carried any weight gain quite well through to my early twenties. Then I had two kids who both eat for England and are little skinny gazelles, it’s so unfair.

The time has come to get my wobbly behind back into shape, I’ve started taking small-ish steps back into fitness, with the slipped disc in tow I can’t get out running again yet but it wont be long. I have decided that swimming is going to be my therapy and work-out so tonight I will be frightening small kids and giving teenagers plenty to laugh at when I don my Special K-esque red swim suit and breast-stroke my way to a better body.

I’ve just had a skip through Glamour and Company magazines and yet again I’m dismayed at the sheer amount of bikini’s that are ‘hot’ this season. Admittedly the 1950’s inspired one piece swim suits are making a come back and gaining popularity year on year, and then of course there are the inbetweeners, tankini’s and cut away one pieces that cover up the bad bits and flaunt the best bits. On family holidays I have worn everything from frilly Barbie swimming costumes to my first C&A bikini which was turquoise tartan and I thought I looked amazing! Thinking back over trips abroad my finest hour was rocking a monochrome cut away one piece by Giles Deacon for New Look. It was swimwear perfection, cut away sides, hidden support and a one shoulder design. It really did make me feel like a young, chic girl on holiday with her mates, as opposed to a twenty-something harassed mum on an all-inclusive kid friendly week of hell. Now that I’ve had another baby its going to take more than a clever pattern and one shoulder design to hide all the junk in my trunk.

I know I’m heading back to the same conclusion as a earlier post or two, but once again it all comes down to confidence. I doubt I’m ever going to feel completely at ease in swimwear, so as long as Figleaves.com continues to stock 79 different varieties of shape enhancing one pieces I will be comfortable enough to bare my cellulite once in a while and teach my kids to swim……or at least float.

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