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I am 5'9", husband is 5'10". We look identical in height though.
I. Have. Fucking. T-Rex. Arms.
Our kitchen cabinets are tall and deep. Things at the edge of the top shelf, I can do, but I can't reach anything towards the back, he has to. I have a stool I use for taking pictures in the light box (set on top of the bourbon shelf) because my arms aren't long enough to comfortably take most photos.
Made for great ability to violate dress code (arms at side hem must reach finger tips) but are a nightmare for reaching shit on my top shelf -_-. The joys of being the offspring of a 5'1 and 6'0 pair.
oh, mitt, I’m laughing here.
Spawn and I were talking, and I asked their actual height. 5’8”, but sadly got my tiny torso, and dad’s short legs. Had that reversed, Spawn would be 6’3”. his dad was long in the torso, and I rock a 33” inseam in my 63 inch body. My fingertips reach past the midline of my femur/thigh. (Soon my hair will too, again. I’ve a goal of 60 inches of hair. I’m less than 20 inches from that goal. This also messes with people’s perception of size)
If I’m slender, I appear tall until next to something or someone.
I climb like a monkey because I have long extremities on a compact core. I appear extra graceful in dance while occasionally failing a “you must be this tall to ride“ sign.