How I Stopped Apologizing for My Height (and Started Loving Fashion)

I used to struggle with my height. I would try on an endless amounts of pants that were never quite long enough, jacket sleeves always landed a bit too short, and I was perpetually on the hunt for a pair of decent flats or boots without a three-and-a-half-inch heel. Being tall didn’t feel like an asset; it felt like a burden.

When I first started working with stylist Penny Lovell, I always asked her to put me in the lowest heel heights she could find. And to her credit, she never let me wear them. She thought it was best to try to utilize my height, not hide it. I agreed, begrudgingly. As I teetered around unsteadily in what felt like sky-high heels, I quickly realized that if I didn’t start owning my height, it would own me.

I started to embrace longer coats, pantsuits, skirts, and boots with heels, and over time something surprising happened. I stopped hunching forward. I stopped wishing I were just a few inches shorter. I stopped making myself smaller, mentally and physically. You can’t apologize for your height when you’re wearing a pantsuit. What I wore changed the way I felt.