Hi, welcome to my first blog post. My name is Tanasha and apparently I’m really tall.  So I’ve been told, at least once a week, for as long as I can remember, by complete strangers, who can’t seem to fight that urge, to let me know, that they know, I’m really tall…Shaking my head and laughing out loud. Many people have stopped me and proclaimed, “Wow! You’re really tall!”  That statement is then normally followed by …..(drum roll, please) you guessed it, “How tall are you?” I always smile and answer politely, “6’4″ tall.”  The next series of questions depend greatly on my mood when I wake up that morning, which usually corresponds with how I look and what I’m wearing. Oh and my weight of course! (I’ve worn from a size 4 to a size 14 and everything in between).

If I look particularly glam that day I get asked, “Are you a model?” or if I’m not so (ahem) cute or dressed kind of sporty, I get asked the proverbial, “Do you play basketball?”  The preceding model question I always answer the same, “No.”  Although in my younger days I was approached a few times to do several “modeling” related ventures, I was always just too shy to pursue or follow through with them.  In regards to basketball, my answer is not always the same.  Why, you may ask. I have no idea.  I was speaking to my husband about ideas for my blog and I told him that my first post was going to be titled, “No, I don’t play basketball!” But he “gently” pointed out, “that was not what I told the Sgt. Major.” I remembered the conversation he was speaking of. I told the Sgt. Major I would win playing my husband in basketball. 😉 Side note: My husband is in the Army and 6’4″ tall and always tells me stories of his basketball skills back in the day.  We’ve never played together or against each other…lol After he brought this to my attention I realized that  I answer this question sometimes yes and sometimes no but I normally respond with the truth. I played basketball in high school and I disliked it very much. I wasn’t aggressive or athletic. I hated running and I used to quit the team every other week. I only played to hang out with my friends.

Remembering another encounter a very long time ago when the WNBA was first starting, a guy asked me if I played basketball and I said yes and my sister jokingly said yes she plays in the WNBA.  The guy was like no way and I went along with it and was like “yes way, I do.”  He then asked what team I played for and I quickly announced with no hesitation and all the confidence in the world, the L. A. Galaxy! He stopped and looked at me and said that’s a soccer team….lol I was so embarrassed, we all started laughing.  For the life of me I did not know the team was the Los Angeles Sparks. Yes I know shame on me, but I promise I know now and even some of the players names. But looking back it was a fond and funny memory, a moment that my sister and I still get a good laugh over to this day.  It is definitely one of our top ten “remember when” moments. Come to think of it, if I had blown the guy off or he fought that urge to acknowledge my height, I would not have had such a lasting memory of that day with my sister.

So who knows, maybe its a realization that it doesn’t bother me as much as I thought it did, to get stopped and told that I am tall or maybe I’ve just gotten used to it. One day I may even rock a T-shirt that reads, “Wow!” , on the front and  then, “I’m really tall!” on the back…..Hmmm…I wonder 😉

Thank you so much for reading! 

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