“Here, take this leaflet, maybe you want to apply to be a model!” a girl said, as she handed me a piece of glossy paper with the words “casting” on them. Below the attractive title, “requirements: over 1,72 cm” was written in bold white letters. Now, I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’m definitely not tall (although a lot of people in my Instagram comments seem to think I am).
I looked at her, then at my feet, then back at her. With my platform boots I easily towered over the girl, but, in reality, I was (still am) only 1,63 cm, which clearly disqualified me from the start. I thanked her and walked away, happy that I’ve been approached in the first place and sad that my genetics had robbed me of a chance to become the next Cara Delevingne (haha, right).
This was a year or so ago, and I still think about it sometimes. I was so sure back then that my height will stop me from doing anything related to fashion blogging, and I wasn’t aware that there are hundreds of popular bloggers who aren’t tall, yet still manage to rock every outfit. I’m more than fine with it now, and I’m embracing my average height. I’m not even that short!
Of course, there are downsides to being 5’4. There are downsides to anything, really. The rips in my jeans barely reach my knee (as you can see in these pictures) and all my pants are a bit too long, but it’s nothing too dramatic that can’t be fixed. Whenever I do want to appear taller, I go for the nude heels which make my legs look longer and fitted clothing combo, but this doesn’t happen too often.
For now, I’ll stick to my beloved platform shoes and jeans that don’t quite fit me right, and who knows? I’ve heard people say that you can still grow in your twenties.
Fingers crossed that’ll happen. xx
Crop top: Bershka
Denim shirt: Pullandbear