I have a reputation for a lot of things, but I think one of the most distinct is the fact that I’m always wearing absolutely fabulous shoes. I’m so well known for the glitz and the glamour, but nobody seems to realize that it’s more than just a superficial. thing. Shoes, they’re special to me. And here’s why.
When I was in fifth grade I was taller than my younger sister. In sixth grade we were the same height. By seventh grade my sister was taller than I was. At that time I was a ballet-flats kind of girl, nothing too gaudy, or showy; I thrived on the simplicity and safety of the flat shoe. as the height difference became more and more apparent, my sister, and soon my whole family started to make fun of me more and more. By eighth grade, I was absolutely sick of it.The next time we went shoe shopping I got a pair of short heels to make up for a difference. Walking in them was a complete disaster; I was so awkward. I practiced in my room and when nobody else was home, but I couldn’t help tripping all over myself. It was even worse in public, when all of the puddles would practically look for me so that I could trip into them. Obviously this was not going to work out. The only thing that kept me going was the fact that I couldn’t face the shame of being shorter than my sister. Then one day it literally all just clicked. I could just walk, without tripping or falling more than the average human. Soon I went from just surviving in heels to straight out strutting, and then I knew I was unstoppable.
The heels thing worked for a little while, but when my sister got tall enough that even a five inch couldn’t close the gap, I still wore heels. It wasn’t about the height, things were changing about me. When I got a new pair of heels the first thing I would do is put them on and look at myself in the mirror. I started to notice a few things, like how the incline of my foot created this line that made my legs look longer my calves were getting really toned, and I was actually standing with my shoulders back and head up. It took me years to admit it, but heels were making me kind of sexy. The best part was that because I knew I looked confident, I felt more confident and it showed. When people asked what my secret was I would pop my leg and say “Give a girl the right pair of shoes and she can take over the world, darling.” and they would laugh,not realizing how serious I actually was.
And now the big question “What of it now?” Now? Well now I hunger for shoes. The gaudier, the taller, the more death-defyingly dazzling, the better. I spend hours online, finding the perfect shoes, when I’m wearing shoes I love I can’t not smile, when I see a new pair of shoes that I want or need I absolutely cannot stop thinking about them. I can run, skip, hop, dance in stilettos and I trip less than the average human (read: not at all) unless… Well funny thing. My superpower of functioning in heels came with the weakness of not being able to function in flat shoes. But other than that my life is fabulous! And so are my shoes!
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