Girls were never meant to be six feet tall
I did my fall shopping yesterday,
And by that I mean that I ordered three pairs of jeans online because L.L. Bean doesn't carry tall sizes in stores
(They'll be here on Thursday)
I'm perpetually reminded of my unfeminine stature
As my knees try to bend backwords and break off rather than carry me down the road
The man fitting me for running shoes switched over to men's sizes
I wear shorts with every summer dress, they never even reach my mid thigh
Girls in magazines are six feet tall with large ******* and long hair
But they don't actually sell bras that are size 32 D
Stores anticipate that girls won't be their advertized standard beautiful
So they never stock clothes that would actually fit them
Nothing fits and everything hurts
I'm waiting for the mirror to snap like my fragile joints
Waiting for yet another joke
Hoping that I won't wear through my sneakers any time soon
There were no high shelves when our ancestors evolved
Women were learning to till the ground, plant seeds and pick corn
Girls were never meant to be six feet tall