I grew tall at 12, so I didn’t have that but what I did have for a while was an ambiguous gender expression. This is from way back – I was 18, 1990. Cherished in female “supermodels” was a tall, athletic look.
Didn’t bother me to get compared-to and sometimes mixed up. Gender wasn’t important to me. Even today, growing into a more masculine face, I occasionally take advantage of the look I have by stepping up to act authoritative in a situation, not because I want to but because things are going poorly for someone with less advantage and nobody else is stepping up. It also works on animals – scaring a bear away from the house I can make myself appear bigger easily and make them scared and run off.
Being aware of advantages of intersection affords me compassion and responsibility to use it wisely.