To be honest, as an already tall girl, I was excited by the prospect of being even taller. When I was younger, I associated my height with a certain ugliness that manifested in little dates and a simmering lack of self-esteem. But eventually I grew out of that mindset and began to love the fact that 5’10 sounded even taller (and grander, perhaps) than 5’8. It sounded more important, or more extreme, or more unique, and during the time when I was most concerned with finding my identity, this excited me! My tallness could not be contained.