As tall women, we are always in the public eye. On most days, I’m okay with this. When walking in to work amidst the throngs of Northwest DC pedestrians, I queue up a power playlist, put on my headphones, and glide down the street. People get out of the way. People stare. I feel very much like…well, like I’m 6’ 3”! So it is a little humiliating when, with all of K Street’s eyes on me, I take a tumble because of unsupportive footwear or slippery soles. The way down is long for me, and my precious pants and tights already have too many scrapes (and I definitely don’t like to be brought back to those teen years where I tripped time and time again in high school halls, struggling for so long to grow into my spaghetti legs).
September 26, 2020