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Went to Club Lash last night and as usual packed my outfit into a separate bag. I get the bus or train to Manchester and do not think it would be wise to travel in a very short red and black pvc dress and 4 inch silver heels!
Instead I don a green and black dress with flowers on, it's a little low cut and it is a few inches above the knee, but I am in a girly mood and it makes me feel sexier than pulling on my usual jeans. I match it with my new (early birthday present) shoes from my mum, they are white fabric sling backs with a big wedge heel, high but comfortable.
In my shoes I guess I must be 6 foot 6 or 7, and I would never wear heels during the day, but on nights out I don't feel I should not wear them just because I am already tall. I enjoy the shape they give my legs, and as someone who only wore mens shoes as a teenager (girls shoes were too expensive in my size) I relish the opportunity to be so girly.
One final mirror check before I venture out… I don't look half bad, especially if suck my stomach in a bit and stand up straight. I feel sexy and pretty… which is a nice change as have been feeling fat and frumpy all week.
Leave the house, down the street and round the corner, just need to pop to the cash machine and then I am off. As I pass a house, through the window I catch the eye of one of its drunken loutish occupants “fucking hell, have you seen the size of that!” I assume the window or door must be open as his words are loud and heard clearly, I keep walking head down… I don't see but I imagine his mates are now learing and laughing.
“These fucking shoes” I think. Then I am mad at myself for thinking that, that someone elses words have made me wish I put different shoes on. I reflect on the mocking insult, that I was labelled “that”, not a girl, but an object. That in one sentence, suddenly I am not even a human being anymore, not to them. (Not the good kind of ojectification I think, lol)
I want to go back and knock on that door and scream ”yes I am tall, even fucking taller in these shoes… but I have lived on this street, in this town for 8 years... When is the fucking novelty going to wear off you feckless cretin”.
I don't of course and I remind myself that I should be used to it by now. I was 6 foot 2 at 12 (and am an inch or two taller now), I am used to random abuse from random strangers. I can guarantee to get it every time I go out on a night out (and I do mean every time). With the exception of fetish nights out (if I do not get abuse on the way there of course), no one has ever said anything unkind or mean or down right rude in a fetish club.
I am used to hearing people whisper and even not whisper, to say things clear as day when I walk past in supermarkets or in the street (there are a few examples of this in Manchgester further on my journey to Lash). I am used to shouts and jeers from chavs leaning out the window of passing cars. I am used to the jokes and the nicknames that the local kids call me… and most the time I shrug it off, remind myself that it is nothing, it is unimportant, that I should be used to it by now… sometimes I even laugh it off…
Just other times when your feeling a bit down, or your tired and on the way home from work… or your confidence is a bit shaky, you really don't need it, you dread the walk down your own street, to and from your house. You get that sick feeling at the bottom of your stomach as you turn a corner, wondering if there will be anyone there from the usual crowd that may or may not give you abuse. That sometimes you might wait the extra 15 minutes till the street is empty before leaving the house.
It's shocking how rude and unkind people can be, even seemingly normal everyday people (not just the drunken louts). I often think that they wouldn't do it to someone who was really small or very overweight or balding or with any other distinguishable feature, but maybe those type of people would.
*SIGH* I really should be used to it by now, but for fuck sake, I am just fucking tall, why the fuck can't you leave me alone?
Edited Sat 13 Jun 09, 3:32 PM by poutanaki
| 13 Jun 09, 2:47 PM shyquiet UK(SP), 3 yrs  |
Hello I wish you lived a lot closer to Me I love tall Ladies, I'm only just over 6 ft, and would love to be seen around with someone like you. I would be far to shy to approach you though. | |
| 13 Jun 09, 2:56 PM HeadFirst UK(BA), 3 yrs |
I was getting on a rush-hour train last year, all filtering past a man putting his bag on the rack - ordinary-looking man in a suit, apart from the fact that he was about 7 foot tall. Everyone did a double take - you couldn't help it - but no-one said anything apart from one numpty who blurted out "You're really tall". Tall bloke - without even bothering to look down - just said "That's right", and strolled off, leaving a very red-faced numpty.
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| 13 Jun 09, 2:56 PM elleb_stard 4 yrs |
I used to get abuse because I was short and fat. Also, when in foreign countries, I've had men trying to wipe the chocolate (my moles) off my face. :S When I was a teenager, we were walking down a street in Bali, and some older boys blatantly groped my breasts and said sleezy things and not even my parents responded to it - I cried so much and still have trouble being touched intimately in public. Let's face it - those drunken twats wouldn't stand a hell in hope chance with someone as gorgeous and refined as you anyway.
And to quote many people: "we're all the same lying down". xxx | |
| 13 Jun 09, 2:57 PM elleb_stard 4 yrs |
lol That's a bit like when people say: "You've had a haircut". "Have I? Oh yes. I was there when it happened." | |
| 13 Jun 09, 3:31 PM stormywaters PT, 4 yrs |
That is lovely to read. Makes me feel proud in a funny kind of way. My object all sublime... | |
| 13 Jun 09, 3:35 PM JustBecky 5 yrs |
There's not one thing that annoys me more in this world than the judgements some people choose to make about others based on outer appearance, and the fact that it is blatantly just passed off as 'human nature.' My only advice is don't let the buggers get you down, if you do, it's only yourself that you're going to have to pull back up. I'm sure that you looked gorgeous! Hope you're feeling better about things. Becky | |
| 13 Jun 09, 4:44 PM MissKimberley NL, 8 yrs    |
I'm sorry to say but people who are small, or overweight, or ginger, or just 'different' get to hear it too. Being well over 6ft in heels and of the rather fat variety, I can vouch for it. They seem to prefer to pick on people who stand out, even more so people who stand out and still have the guts to be confident. They lack confidence and therefore feel the need to put others down. Which is why they prefer to pick on confident 'weird' people rather than the quiet, shy, 5'4 mouse who disappears from sight and has learnt to hide and not be heard or seen. Don't let the bastards grind you down! “During times of universal deceit, telling the truth becomes a revolutionary act” - George Orwell | |
| 13 Jun 09, 4:54 PM mrpino UK(LA), 3 yrs |
I'm 6'8 and I get the whole "wow your tall" thing all the time, talk about stating the obvious! | |
| 13 Jun 09, 5:22 PM BitziVonMuffling UK(PL), 7 yrs |
im five feet five and of the rather overwieght variety,and yes from time to time i get comments in the street,on buses etc,do they assume that because we arent mr or mrs average we are also hearing impaired? you go girl put those heels on and sod em all Bitzi xx Why did nature create man? Was it to show she is big enough to make mistakes, or was it pure ignorance? | |
| 13 Jun 09, 5:23 PM StanBWonderful UK(L), 6 yrs |
People like that don't need much of an excuse to make of people, pretty much anything they notice will do. Don't let it make you think there's anything wrong with being tall. There's certainly nothing wrong with wearing heels  Stan |
