Every rose has its thorn. I’m not super tall (as in 6’5” plus at least those heights frequent dating apps) but I hit 6’2” at some point and I remember being told by a (shock horror) shorter/ average kid at senior (high?) school that I was rigid, stiff like a board and needed to relax, blend in and be “cooler” … basically slouch more. Took me until my twenties to fix postural problems from overdoing that just to belong or at least not stand out so much. I’m no spring chicken and this was when the average height was quite a bit shorter (these days guys are getting taller and I experience what its like looking upwards to talk to younger guys and it feels … odd!).
At least a couple of morals here:
1. we all think that we want what we don’t have and I so wished to be a normal height so I wouldn't’ feel like like a freak, and
2. it truly is often (often being a significant caveat word) all about confidence and how you embrace what you are, own it and leverage it. Took me until my mid twenties to fully correct my posture and carry myself and my height confidently.