One of the things I hear a lot from my biowomen friends when we're chatting at various times is that they sometimes wish they were my 6'2" height, to which I'll usually reply "No, you don't".
While I'm proud to be a tall sistah, revel in my long legged body and love the fact that there are numerous examples in the world of statuesque sistahs representing and doing positive things like our new First Lady for example, every now and then I check out my stylishly dressed shorter sisters and wonder what life would be like from that perspective.
Based on what I've been told and observed, I'd have the same frustrations about clothes except from the petite end of the scale. It would be a little more challenging for me to reach the top of shelves without assistance or a small step ladder, and if I picked up weight it would be more noticeable than it is right now.
I think a lot of both sides yearning for the others height is the 'grass being greener on the other side of the street' syndrome. And like it is with any other 'I wish' scenarios, you'll find that if you actually had the opportunity or the chance to actually have that wish fulfilled, it has a set of challenges and problems that you didn't know about until you experience them first hand.
But the bottom line is short, tall or in between, we look in the mirrors, thank God that we are healthy happy and well adjusted beings, and love every millimeter of our bodies no matter what the height is.