I'm 5'11 without heels on and I won't wear anything more than 2inches.. simply 
because I can't balance well....lol. Yeah I'm a klutz... don't need to be spraining my ankle and limping around while trying to catch a bus in my 2 inches heels. Being Asian and having all that height, it has its moment of plus and minus. Sure I get stares a lot, I learn to ignore it. But folks have the tendency to be rude... they stared and whispered and they stared again.. Uhh Hello do I have booga on my forehead?.. When I'm in my bitchy mode, I stares back and gives them the "What the eff you looking at midget?!!"
The plus sign being, strange women be saying how much they love my height, oh I wish I'm as tall as you are, oh what did your parent fed you? (yeah they do ask that!!) Oh you look good in anything with that height... sigh.. yeah ok.. thanks. But do you know how many times I get my head bumped when I stood up too quickly in a double deck bus? Kids be like.. Oh mommy she so tall.. she look like giant.... GRRRRRR...
I was hanging out with the girls and this white dude approached, looked up and goes "Hey how the weather up there?" smiling and cheezin.. thinking he was being funny and cute.. Uhh NOT!!.. I looked at him and replied "Its going to start raining thunder and lightning if you come any closer"... well needless to say... that send his lil white ass back to wherever he crawled out from.
I have birthmark just above my right knee and a scar marked size of a 50 cent coin on my left knee. When I was little, mom told me the birthmark left by the devil... because I get on her damn nerves (I believe mom still going tru' post natal syndrome... even now)....lol....
I remembered when I was 7, all excited first day of school. Dad and I queuing to sign up my name and the home room teacher kept looking at me and asked my dad "Are you sure she is 7 years old?".....lmao....
My legs have history of its own... scars mark different shape and sizes, a reminder of my childhood days. I love being a tomboy.. I was carefree, fun and I get to beat the boys when they smart mouth or calls me names...lol... well the beating stops when I turn 10... uhh more like.. my dad put a stop to it...lol. I think the final straw was when home room teacher called my dad up.
My most vivid memory of the first punch was when I was 8yrs old. We were as rowdy as any 8 years old can be... waiting for the teacher to turn up. The boy seated behind me must have been a smart ass cuz next thing I knew, I turn around and throws 2 punch in his face. By than the rest of the kids were screaming.. "Yeah!! fight fight.. punch him!! punch him!!'. He cried and I starts to panic. Being the bully that I was at the time.. told him to shut up before home room teacher walks in or I will punch him again.... well that shut him up alright. Ok, I'm getting sidetrack.. again... more of my childhood memories...later.
If you wondering where all this *Luv Me* coming from...thanks to current issue of Marie Claire, it inspired me to take note of myself and accepts what God has gracefully bestowed upon me... well guess uhh.. my parent help in that department....lol.
I'm a plain jane (well we all can't be Kimora Lee) if its not for my height, I will blend with everyone around me. We all have our own unique quality... not everyone can appreciates it.. may it be physical, personality or whatever. It takes awhile for me to accept in all my lankiness and when I did.. I embraced it.
I'm unique..
because I can't balance well....lol. Yeah I'm a klutz... don't need to be spraining my ankle and limping around while trying to catch a bus in my 2 inches heels. Being Asian and having all that height, it has its moment of plus and minus. Sure I get stares a lot, I learn to ignore it. But folks have the tendency to be rude... they stared and whispered and they stared again.. Uhh Hello do I have booga on my forehead?.. When I'm in my bitchy mode, I stares back and gives them the "What the eff you looking at midget?!!"The plus sign being, strange women be saying how much they love my height, oh I wish I'm as tall as you are, oh what did your parent fed you? (yeah they do ask that!!) Oh you look good in anything with that height... sigh.. yeah ok.. thanks. But do you know how many times I get my head bumped when I stood up too quickly in a double deck bus? Kids be like.. Oh mommy she so tall.. she look like giant.... GRRRRRR...
I was hanging out with the girls and this white dude approached, looked up and goes "Hey how the weather up there?" smiling and cheezin.. thinking he was being funny and cute.. Uhh NOT!!.. I looked at him and replied "Its going to start raining thunder and lightning if you come any closer"... well needless to say... that send his lil white ass back to wherever he crawled out from.
I have birthmark just above my right knee and a scar marked size of a 50 cent coin on my left knee. When I was little, mom told me the birthmark left by the devil... because I get on her damn nerves (I believe mom still going tru' post natal syndrome... even now)....lol....
I remembered when I was 7, all excited first day of school. Dad and I queuing to sign up my name and the home room teacher kept looking at me and asked my dad "Are you sure she is 7 years old?".....lmao....
My legs have history of its own... scars mark different shape and sizes, a reminder of my childhood days. I love being a tomboy.. I was carefree, fun and I get to beat the boys when they smart mouth or calls me names...lol... well the beating stops when I turn 10... uhh more like.. my dad put a stop to it...lol. I think the final straw was when home room teacher called my dad up.
My most vivid memory of the first punch was when I was 8yrs old. We were as rowdy as any 8 years old can be... waiting for the teacher to turn up. The boy seated behind me must have been a smart ass cuz next thing I knew, I turn around and throws 2 punch in his face. By than the rest of the kids were screaming.. "Yeah!! fight fight.. punch him!! punch him!!'. He cried and I starts to panic. Being the bully that I was at the time.. told him to shut up before home room teacher walks in or I will punch him again.... well that shut him up alright. Ok, I'm getting sidetrack.. again... more of my childhood memories...later.
If you wondering where all this *Luv Me* coming from...thanks to current issue of Marie Claire, it inspired me to take note of myself and accepts what God has gracefully bestowed upon me... well guess uhh.. my parent help in that department....lol.
I'm a plain jane (well we all can't be Kimora Lee) if its not for my height, I will blend with everyone around me. We all have our own unique quality... not everyone can appreciates it.. may it be physical, personality or whatever. It takes awhile for me to accept in all my lankiness and when I did.. I embraced it.
I'm unique..
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