This post is probably more of a
blot then anything, but if it helps one person, it's worth a few wasted pixels.

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Today's affirmation:
I am a tall woman. Woman. I find my strength within, when people look at me, they see a confident, tall, woman. Height is a physical attribute. It is not an identifier, nor a definition of who I am as a person. My height is certainly a highly identifiable trait of how others might describe me when speaking about me, but it certainly doesn't define me. I am a tall woman. A Woman.
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And no, I'm not a big self-affirmationalist (lol, that Stuart Smalley character was so dang annoying on SNL), analyze this and that kind of person. I'm reflecting a bit on my past as I boldly stride forward into a new awareness for myself, both in introspective aspects of realizing a new level of self knowledge, and understanding the impacts that the changes in my life have on my real-life acquaintances, co-workers, friends, family and anonymous folk that cross my path.
When I first started transition, it was after many years of wishy-washiness. MANY years of not having the confidence, and bundled with overwhelming self doubts to do so. One day something clicked. I looked at the reasons I hadn't been able to transition when I wanted to. They all pointed back at me. Honestly I was not ready. However, I always wanted to point a finger at my height as a handicap to my viability as fulfilling the person that I knew I wanted to be, that I was/am.
I am tall, by any standard, at 6'2". Men and Women look up to me, *usually*. It's a rare opportunity I cherish when I have to look up to see the bottom of someone's chin. I am tall. I'm so glad I could establish that fact. Welcome to my post and dribble if you have made it this far.
Back to my point. I used my height as a factor in delaying my decision to transition for awhile. A long while. Until life bore out the fact that I would never be happy living the way I was. "There's no way I can pass being this tall", "I'm a freak, freakishly tall", etc blah blah blah were things that crossed through me, excuses. One online "friend" that I had talked to years ago, even said something that affirmed my worst fears, saying to me directly.. "a 6'2" guy will never pass or come close to it". A single sentence that took my breath away, and made me reflect/moan/cry (feel sorry for myself *yuck*) for a few weeks. A very useful time for me, in that the results of my reflections then, resulted in the understanding for me that the true issue is not, and never will be about passability. I'm not trying to pass for anything, I'm just being me.
Yikes! I've lost track of my point... Ok, so it's my post, I'm allowed to meander...

Oh yes, so don't let anything stop you from doing what you want to do, being who you are, height is not a factor. Many things that you think may be factors, that you are more cognizant of then anyone else, are NOT as important to other people as you think they are.
Still wearing heels when the occasion or desire dictates 'em! Striding boldly and lankily forward... hello world, hear me roar, *giggles*!
*huggs*,
Melan