My driver's license says that I'm 5 foot 7. It's a lie.
In the same way that a young child tells people that they are "4 and 3/4", I say am "just under 5 foot 8", when what I mean is I'm totally 5 foot 8. I sprouted up like a bean pole during the awkward years, and not too many of my friends caught up with me. I've always wanted to be like, a little bit shorter. When I tell people that, it seems to offend them- as if I should look at my height as a blessing. But sometimes I think I'm allowed to feel just as cursed as my friends who maybe can't reach as many things as I can on high shelves. We always want what we don't have.
Because of this, I have always hated wearing heels. While I do feel glamourous when I wear them because of my long legs, it's overshadowed by feeling ridiculous when I stand up and have to look down on 75% of my friends. I am always slightly awkward in heels. And as if dating isn't hard enough, not knowing how much taller than you someone will be is totally anxiety inducing. Even though I have all of these reasons to not like heels, the actual truth is I love them and just wish I could pull them off a little better than I do.
I guess the secret to pulling things off is just about faking it. Pretending like you know what you are doing. Part of not buying anything new is about learning to get creative with the things I have, this means shoes especially. I have had a habit of buying heels because they looked awesome, and then never wearing them because I would always make an excuse. But suddenly I am so terribly bored of some of my flats, and really it is just time to gain a little more confidence in my own shoes. That can be taken metaphorically too, if you wish.
So yesterday, I wore these bad boys. I bought them 'cuz I'm impulsive and they looked awesome. I have worn them less than 5 times in almost 2 years. It was time.
Do you have any clue the amount of core strength it takes to walk down a hill in 4 inch heels? the answer is a lot.
