A mighty tower walking through the Philippines

I am a giant! I am a hulking mass of muscle. I duck to get in through some doorways… and where I walk, I am the tallest of the tall. Some homes I am forced to watch my head so I do not cut it on the edge of the tin roof (honestly).

The truth is I am only 5-9. But I am in a country where the maximum height for things is 5-7 (I think). The chairs, the cars, the toilets, showers, tables… all have been made for someone smaller than I. The Jeepneys force me to bend over, and sometimes I crawl… because my legs are too long to comfortably move around inside one of the famous Philippine taxis. How did this happen? In America, I am barely above average for my height.

I can feel it in my knees when I sit at a chair made for someone slightly smaller. I feel it in my back when I walk in a door and duck to avoid the tin roof.

In the Philippines I am a mighty tower. This is all so very strange because in high school I was one of the shortest kids in my graduating class (boy or girl) at 5′-6″.

I do not feel taller or more powerful as I walk down the streets of the Philippines. But it is definitely different at 5-9 to be a giant.

Now I know how NBA basketball players feel in America… because nearly everything here feels made for someone smaller than I.

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3 thoughts on “A mighty tower walking through the Philippines

  1. Yahoo! Now you are one of the few men who understand an average American woman’s frustration at not fitting on American couches or car driver’s seats. They’re just not made for our size. We feel it in our backs when we stretch to reach the gas pedal. We feel it in our embarassment when we can’t reach the top shelf in the office supply room. If I adjust the office chair so my feet are flat on the floor, the conference room table sits at my shoulders. Personally one of the reasons I wore high heels to work was so I could sit and stand at the same height as the men I worked with. So frustrating.

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