<p>What I have so far</p>
<p>If you asked me three years ago if I loved being tall I would have said ‘absolutely not’ with no hesitation. After all, what girl would love to taller than every boy in her class.
Growing up, I was always a foot taller than everyone in my class, and sometimes even the teacher. In class pictures I would always stand out like a sore thumb, so I would slouch to make myself look shorter but it would never work. I always hated being tall when I was younger because it made me so different from everyone. I always wished I was shorter.
At the age of eleven, I was five-foot-nine, and at the age of fourteen, I reached six-foot. When I would walk to the shoe department at the mall, I would see a ton of heel that I knew I would never be able to wear because I was so tall. After all, why wear heels to make me taller if I already hated being tall.
At the age of fifteen and a freshman in high school, I finally stopped growing. I was six-foot-two, still the tallest in my class and I still hated my height.
It homecoming season and I had to find shoes and a dress. After two days of shopping I found my dress, now it was time to find shoes. I looked through all the flats and sandals and found nothing. I was devastated, I didn't want to wear heels because I knew I would be around 6-foot-5. Homecoming was approaching quickly and I still did not have any shoes. I was looking through the shoes in a store and came across a pair of heels that would match my dress exactly. I wanted the heels, but I did not want to be taller than I already was. My mom told me to try them on, and I did, and I loved them. I never felt so graceful and elegant in my life. I would walk up and down the isle at the store pretend as if they were a runway. At that moment, I did not care what people thought of me. </p>