So I haven’t always been the tallest. Sure I was in the back row, for all class pictures in elementary, but I WASN’T ALWAYS THE TALLEST!
In Hamilton, I was average height, but as soon as I moved here, I became a giant. Almost instantly I became the tallest my age. And recently, I think I have discovered that I think that is why I am so shy. It sounds childish I know, but I think I have finally figured it out! I think that I feel awkward and different in a bad way. I hate that I have always wished to be shorter.
I watch Glee last night, and it was about living with what you were born with. I guess that is what I have to do. Being tall is that thing that I have to learn to love! Because I am definitely stuck up here.