For the longest time, I've been wondering why everyone has been lying to me about their height, or have been simply measuring their height in their mother's high heels. Today a nurse measured me and I was not 6'1 as I had been told for the past 5 years of my life, but 6'3 (Granted she was much shorter than I was and asked me afterwards if that was correct, but hey who am I to question standard U.S. measurement system?)
I've thought since before I even started dating Stephen and he was simply "plaid shirt boy" that I was taller than him. It wasn't until we started dating that other people had us stand back to back and said we were the same that I started doubting my guessing-height instinct.
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I'm a shrimpy ol' 5'8"...don't know how it happened. My Mom is 5'9" and my biological father is 6'3"...I just came out short. :'(
Wait, you're 6'3" all of the sudden? It's like I don't even know you anymore.
You were probably just standing up straight for the first time, or maybe you stretched your back another two inches when you hurt it last week.
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