A good girl with a rebellious heart.
Comfortable in the sea of black pants and sweater sets, car pool lines and packed lunches. My defiance for the norm tends to show its face in my choice of shoes.
I wear heels. A lot. Great, kick ass shoes.
I don’t wear them for men. I’ve had the same one of those for more than half my life. I’m certainly not looking to start that process over again. He actually prefers flats…canvas tennis shoes to be exact. I’ve told him that he may have married the wrong woman… thankfully, he vehemently disputes.
What I’ve learned over the last few decades is that wearing canvas tennis shoes literally kills my spirit with each eyelet. I was born to wear heels. The higher the better. Add grommets and I’m in shoe heaven. They make me feel tall….skinny…and put together.
What surprises me are some of the remarks I get from other women. It is as if I was parading around in nothing BUT heels.
Don’t get me wrong, I can decipher the comments. Most are genuine and sincere. “Great shoes!” They smile and I beam in response. We are forever connected by the love of fashion.
Sisters from another mister.
For those who sling digs, hidden under the cloak of a compliment…Keep it to yourself Missy. I can see you. Your raised eyebrow and tilted head, scoffs stuttering out, over and between your words.
I’m wearing shoes, not a dunce cap.
Simultaneously holding the ability to empower…and crush…with the flick of our tongue. Why choose the latter?
The older I get, the more I realize women need women. Women who support one another in ways men just can’t understand. Women to lift each other up when we are at our wits end trying to balance work, family, laundry, finances, church groups and toilets….
Nothing looks more beautiful on you than love. The good news is the more you share it, the more it comes back to you.
Come on ladies. Let’s rise above. Put on those heels, and rock it.
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