I'm 6'3" …

I'm 6'3" … and, no, I don't play basketball

"Stand up straight," my mom would tell me, pulling my shoulders back.

It was a phrase I heard quite often growing up. But my poor posture didn't stem from laziness. It was the result of insecurity.

With a 6-foot-tall mom and a 6-foot-4-inch dad, it was a given I'd be tall. By the time I was a sophomore in high school, I was 6-foot-2, taller than almost every one of my peers. I would wear flats and pop my hip or even bend slightly at the knees while standing in groups of my much-shorter friends. I thought even if I was just 1 or 2 inches shorter, I would fit in that much more.

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