Also, try finding good looking heels at size 44 (European). Shoe sales ladies always staring at you like you are Frankenstein's Creature in drag, or something. That is why I need boots, real boots. Also make Turanga Leela kind of an idol.
I love wearing heels, it makes me feel ladylike and attractive. It's not a height issue with heels, as most people would suspect, me being only 5'2. Rather, it allows me to flaunt my legs.
It would be awesome to be tall, statuesque, reach the top cabinets, the top grocery shelves, see if the fridge top is in need of dusting, and check out people's hair parts. I'd love to have a long torso to match my legs. I'd love to be tall, willowy, and Xenaesque.
But then, I'd have to give up never hitting my head on doorways, being able to rack up deals at the petite rack, finding clothes in the junior section, sitting in the kids swingsets on the playground, and being able to walk upright into the play/climbing/monkeybar set and scare the living crap of out my misbehaving darling students. Which is priceless.