It is I: The incredible shrinking zebra

I’ve been six feet tall since tenth grade.

At first it was daunting: the gangliness of newfound height; the very clear divide between me and all of the other women in my family over whom I towered by a minimum of five inches. But as time wore on, it became a part of my identity. I was properly six feet tall. It was a nice, resolute height. None of this nine and three-quarters or eleven and a…