I am a tree by nature, 5 feet 9 inches. Great for volleyball, not so great when your the awkward giant lurking in the background of pictures, hunching over to try and disguise the inevitable fact: you’re a freak and there’s nothing you can do about it. Well, there is one thing, and it took me all of junior high and most of high school to figure out that I was never going to be one of the small girls. The girl’s who are cute and petite, who can wear heels with out looking like an amazonian princess, who look great in just about anything, and who don’t have to worry about being taller than their prom dates. These were the girls who I was friends with, so sometimes my confidence was a little stinted. But fear not ego, I came to the realization that even if I’m not a 5’4″ energizer bunny, I was something else, and this something was great. I was Stephanie Tait, 5’9″, long legs and muscular thighs, great for kicking a soccer ball and jumping above the net to spike a ball. Things on the top shelf are no match for my flailing limbs of fury. I stand above a crowd, I am noticed, people naturally look up to me. I have never had to hem a maxi dress or a pair of jeans, I get places quicker with my long strides, and best of all I can kiss my 6’5″ boyfriend with out having to get out a stepping stool.