Okay it’s getting to me.
I ignore it.
I’m even flattered at times.
But it’s getting to me……………..

PEOPLE IN SANTIAGO, CHILE STARE AT ME. PEOPLE STARE A LOT.

Men to be exact.

I’m tall. I know!!! But for goodness sake I was NOT expecting all of the attention. And it’s not the nice kind of attention. I’m actually… rather uncomfortable.

“That’s how I like my women - nice and big so they can hurt me”
“Baby baby baby so many curves and me with no breaks” (I’ve heard that one back home before!)
“Mommy, is she a giant?” (That one was funny!)
“What did they feed you? I want me some of that”
“Hey! *whistles to his friend who runs out of the store* Come see this shiiiiiit”

*sigh*

Mind you, I take up a lot of vertical room. I even wear heels because what girl doesn’t? I’m used to some kind of automatic attention because when I’m dressed up in all my glory, I’m about 6’3”… Unless I’m in South Beach where every other girl is taller than that and looks VERY hungry, I’m oddly tall… I get it.

But for goodness sake, I’m walking around with grandma here people!!! I guess it doesn’t help she’s only 4’11”...

*sigh to the 5th power*

I believe we all choose our bodies before birth. I’m getting all new agey with you here, but I really do! So I’m just going to have to do the usual --> put on my big girl panties and deal with it. I'm on vacation and it’s all my fault anyway:)

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