I’m not exactly tall. I’m not exactly short. I’m pretty much average height. However, I seem to have this knack for making friends who are shorter than I am. More specifically, friends who are short and don’t wear heels. So when I showed up to a dinner with my best friend in Kansas City I realized…..”I am totally the Khloe of my friends.” And not in that good, hot way.
Shoes: Zara sold out
Purse: Kate Spade (similar in black)
Why do I say that? Because my friend is pretty much only 5 ft. tall. I am 5 ft. 4 in. and wore four inch heels, making me 5 ft. 8 in. As the hostess is taking us to our table I realized I was nearly a foot taller than she was. I looked at her and she looked up at me. Yes, she had to look up at me. I then sat down at dinner and felt incredibly self conscious because apparently I am a giant in these heels. Or I need taller friends. But new shoes are easier to get.