TALLEST IN THE ROOM: MY STRATEGY.

Hey, hey. HAPPY EASTER WEEKEND! Eat all the chocolate possible, you deserve it. I just want to express my thoughts with you all that I have been having this week. At work, various people come to up to me, asking me questions that I definitely do NOT know the answer too as they think I’m a manager (definitely not a manager lol) and it makes me think, why? My colleagues always tell me that I have great posture and I always think myself just HOW HARD I have worked to receive that compliment and now I never take it for granted. I’ve been told that because of it, I exude confidence. The way I carry myself makes it look like I know what the fuck I’m talking about, even though most of the time, I don’t. Lol. Here’s the thing. I’m probably already the tallest in the room, 5’11 girlies unite, unless someone over six foot decides to pop into the store, but I just decided to carry myself as if I am the shortest person in the room trying to be the tallest. Yes, people stare, and I LOVE IT. People will stare and I’ll smile at them, say hey and they’ll compliment my outfit, makeup, hair whatever it might be and I realise how much I LOVE IT when people stare because they are ADMIRING ME not resenting me. I’m sure this has probably happened to me on occasion and to that I say, mind your own fucking business hunny xxx. What I mean to say is, no matter what your height is, stand tall like YOU ARE the tallest person in the room. I’ve found be doing this, I attract more people, they feel like they can have a conversation with me and not be stared to approach me when wanting help.

Throughout my romantic life, people tell me how my height is something they really love about me and the fact that I’m not afraid to own it. That’s usually when I go off on a tangent and tell them my life story of how I came to love my height to which they either say tell me more or I think we’re better off as friends, only because they know that I’ll wear the trousers in the relationship xoxo. 

I was looking back at old Snapchat memories last night and I just thought about that girl who was SO AFRAID of owning everything about her. She’d try and make herself shrink because she felt like an inconvenience and didn’t want any attention on her, unless it was onstage. Now, I couldn’t be more different. As much as I am so happy with where I am now when it comes to loving my body, I have so much gratitude for younger me who went through those hardships and had to deal with comments made to her that made her just want to shrink herself even more. It made me soooo much more resilient and realise how capable I am of turning a negative situation into a positive one. Sixteen-year-old me would not BELIEVE that twenty-one-year-old Lucy has her own blog community entitled BIG BOOBS LONG LEGS. She would literally freak out. I am so proud of that.

Thank you for letting me ramble on at you all. I hope you have the most perfect Sunday and have an AMAZING Easter weekend whatever you’re getting up to. Well, if you don’t mind me, I’ve now got a week off work and I’m gonna enjoy the shit out of it. Catching up with friends I haven’t seen in soooo long, wholesome activities, relaxing, exercising, reading and binge watching some trash TV! I CAN’T WAIT.

Big love ALWAYS,

Lucy Xxx