I remember when I was in high school, it really bothered me to be taller than guys I was dating (okay, not really dating, I didn't really date anyone in high school except for the last six weeks) but I was never bothered being taller than guys who were just friends. And in the ward I lived in, the shortest girl my age was 5'9" so I really didn't have many really short friends or notice that I was extraordinarily tall.
I loved college, because the guys there had enough confidence in themselves to ask me out on a date once every other blue moon, but the people who were setting me up on dates assumed that because I was tall and their friend was tall, we must be compatible (incidentally I just had a conversation with a great single friend of mine who said that she is having that problem with people setting her up on dates with guys because they are over 30 and single. I guess this is the point when I can say that compatibility isn't based on height, availability or age...) I think that getting set up on these dates made me more self-conscious of my height because that was what I was hearing I needed to be looking for. Then I met Enoch (or rather rediscovered since we have known each other since he was 8)
I think Enoch and I had been "not-dating" (story for another time) for a couple of months before I really realized that I was taller than him. It just wasn't something I thought about, I was too busy having the time of my life with him. It was when people discovered we were dating that the questions started being asked of him - not of me about dating someone shorter than me, but him, because how awkward it must be to be around a taller girl. He took it in stride, just like he does with most things, but it started to bother me and I wondered if all the questioning would make him have a change of heart about me. Then we picked a wedding date, bought a car, got engaged (yeah, in that order) and married, and the rest is history.
Yes, I still wear heels. No, I don't care. And no, neither does he.
You may wonder what triggered this trip down memory lane. There was a portion of The Today Show that I heard about from my co-worker and fellow tall female friend Erin, who has a tall female twin that outlined the prejudices our society has against people of certain genders and "acceptable" heights that got me thinking. I can't link to the clip right now - my school server blocks YouTube, but you can read a bit of the woman's experience here.
The point of this post? Embrace who you are, who you love and disregard what "society" tells you you need to do to be happy!