I think a lot of us men fool ourselves about what our exact height is. I recall as I was growing up, my Dad always described himself as ‘six feet tall’. Even as a child of eight or nine, I could see that he was nowhere near six feet, and I could see that this number meant a lot to him, so I kept my mouth shut like a good boy.
I grew up to be about his height, and for years, through art school, through the navy, I described myself as being “Five-Eleven’. I lied for so long, I started to believe it myself. I’m now 58. About six years ago, a nurse assistant at Kaiser took my height on one of the old fashioned scales where you lift this metal lever to sit on top of the head. She measures my height, and (loudly!) announces my height as being a whopping “Five feet, Eight inches tall”. I about died in a silent state of shock. Five eight?? Why, that’s almost elfin, only a bit more than Aboriginine!! I faked a casual voice and said “Oh, I was moving around when you took my height. Would you please take it one more time with me standing still? “Sure!” This time, it measured Five seven and three quarters!! I stopped asking at that point. Now, I don’t lie anymore. I’m too old. I’ve accepted that it is my fate to be only Five-Eight.
Ha ha, my husband always said he was 5’7”, I believed him then our boys both got as tall as he was and I measured them and they were 5’6”. I razzed him and he said he’d never measured himself without his boots on.
You’re fine. Your feet reach the ground don’t they??? Then you’re tall enough.
hugs