(disclaimer i know that matt is a short king irl but this is solely for all of us tall girls that struggle with this)

college life. it’s great. having nobody to rule you around or tell you when and how to do things is exhilarating. goin’ to parties every night with your girls and waking up not knowing how many classes you’ve already skipped today.

there’s just one thing you wish you could change— your height. it is the literal bane of your existence. something that has followed you around since you were a little kid. when you were five and already four foot one it was always, “oh well looks like somebodies drinkin’ alot of milk huh?” at age ten you were already five foot one while all the boys were four foot seven— it was a nightmare. and it still is.

you never even really payed attention to it but subconsciously you were always insecure. it was drilled into your head from a young age that you were “different.” and i guess that never left.

even now when you tell anyone you’re insecure of your height all they tell you is, “oh but you could be a model.” well… no you couldn’t really because there is other factors to being a model than just being tall you dumb short bitches!

and college life is great and all in the partying criteria— other than the not being able to wear heels thing. but in the boning criteria? it’s never been dryer. all college guys look at the cute little petite girls who look ditzy and innocent. while you look more like a sort of awkward giraffe with your freakishly long skinny legs. and don’t get me wrong it’s not like your lacking in the curves— it’s just that you look awkward in every single situation! it’s just the worst.

and the one time a guy actually did approach you, you were on a random sofa and as soon as you stood up to go to a… free room he quickly made an excuse and got outta there. way to talk about an ego killer.

and tonights no different. all your girlfriends were hangin’ off of some guys shoulders or already in some bathroom or somethin’ having the time of their lives while you stood there in your favourite dress just sippin on your… what even is this shit? definitely some rip off vodka but what do you care? not like any guys gonna see it anyways— they won’t even look your way. they’d much rather be with a tiny five foot one girl instead of this five foot nine monster.

you feel a heavy tap on your shoulder and look over and— holy shit. this might’ve been the most beautiful guy you’ve ever seen. blue eyes, brown hair, tall— like hella tall, and the sexiest grin ever. “hey gorgeous.” he says smoothly while looking you up and down. there is no way that he is talkin’ to you— absolutely not.