My classmates teasing and stupid questions didn't help matters either. "How's the weather up there?" "Do you play basketball?". I just wanted to sit down and never get up. Butt... I eventually stopped growing, the boys and some girls started to catch up with me later on in high school, and at 5'10 I hardly consider myself that tall.
I recently came across an article on BuzzFeed entitled; The Sad, Strange, True Story of Sandy Allen, The Tallest Woman in the World (I recommend reading) I immediately slapped myself for ever feeling like I was the tallest woman in the world. Sandy Allen grew to be 7'7 1/4 making her indeed the tallest woman in the world. (Unless there was another woman who was 7'8 hiding in a cave somewhere)
Sandy, who grew up in Shelbyville, Indiana, was told she needed surgery to remove a tumor on her brain which most likely the cause of her rapid growth. Her family being uninsured simply did not return to the physician. Many people say it would have been the difference between her being a normal tall person to a person with gigantism.
Instead of hiding for the rest of her life, (Like I felt like doing) Sandy chose to embrace her unique situation. She traveled the world and met many famous people, appeared on several talk shows. I guess while I applaud her for her positive approach on her appearance, I also felt a tinge of sadness while reading this article. I could sense this desire in her just wanting to live a normal life so to speak, a 9 to 5, a husband, kids, and leaving her house without it being some sort of a spectacle. But we are all given circumstances in our life that are beyond our control, and we have choices to make on how we deal with them. I'm sure Sandy had many a days where she wished she wasn't tall and hated her height. But she sure didn't show it.