...towering

Yesterday I met an amazing group of women. How or where is not important, but the fact that the entire collection was shorter than I am made me feel 5'7". Even in the sensible heels that can be walked in. Strong powerful women asking me to join their inner sanctum.

Once I realized I was the tallest woman there, then my short insecurities manifested as tall ones. Did my brain cells have to elongate because of my height, so much so that they are not concentrated enough to be as smart as these women? If I would have been shorter, say 4'11"-ish could I have been smart enough to be a doctor? Am I short enough to be with this amazing group.

And then a certain "I'm tall" smugness that is only seen in tall women started to hit me. Not completely though because it's also a coolness that comes with being incredibly gorgeous and well put together, but I was having a bit or wardrobe malfunction.

I paraded my height through the corridor of people looking up to me left and right, only to step onto the elevator into a sea of hipbones and tushes, my dream of 5'7"-dom shattered into reality.

*sigh*

But for a hour yesterday, I was there. And the air was sweet up there.