This summer I turn thirty, and I’m surprisingly really excited about it. At thirty I’m finally confident in my body, at thirty I don’t care about pleasing everyone, and most importantly at thirty, I know my worth. I mean don’t get me wrong it took me a long time to get here. You don’t just wake up overnight and all of a sudden value yourself. It’s almost like this was what I been working on my whole life. Self-love. But
There was a time in my life where I thought that being miserable and wanting to throw up from over-exertion during a workout was the way it was supposed to be. I recognized my discomfort, but I told myself that I needed to get used to it. I believed that the only way to keep my body—and thus my worthiness—in check was strict and militant diet and exercise. I even used to work for a diet company. I was wrong.
Us Tall Sisters know that shopping isn’t easy. Either the pants are too short or the dresses have our booties out. There are just so many things that make shopping not fun for us. The problem is I love shopping. Living in NYC, if I see a store I like, I’m going to pop in. After a while of consistently being disappointed trying on clothes, I thought it would be funny to start taking photos of my dressing room experiences.
I Moved From a City of 1.6 Million to a Town of 2,800 Not that long ago, the idea of living in a log cabin in the woods in a mountain town with no Target would have been absurd to me. After all, I am a fourth-generation native Phoenician, I don’t like the cold, and I thought driving in traffic was just part of life. Well, the joke’s on me! Here I am. I live in Heber-Overgaard, Arizona. Population: not
I was never ashamed of my size, or at least I never thought I was. Not until I went to my first year of professional acting school in New York. All of a sudden I was surrounded by tiny, beautiful girls, who all lived in hip, cool Brooklyn (At the time, I was still commuting from Long Island). I was about 19 years old and I thought I knew who I was. I thought I was comfortable in my skin.
How many of us have gone through a period in our lives where we felt we weren’t pretty enough? Skinny enough? Curvy enough? Personally, as I look through certain magazines and “Instagram models,” I can’t help but think, “Man, I wish I had abs like that!” Or something close to that thought. However, as I’ve gotten older, I’ve realized that we are all shaped differently, especially us tall women. Being tall already has its perks, from standing out in the
I’m “that” friend. You know, the one who is always reading the self-help books or shoving crystals in her bra. The one who tries making her own deodorant while wearing an Albert Einstein graphic t-shirt. The one who totally forges her own path and somehow makes it all work. Personally, I like to think I’m a cross between a hipster millennial, a driven entrepreneur, and a bohemian world traveler. And I always have fun, exciting, BRILLIANT (in my person
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