As a kid I dreamed of wearing those high heels that I saw my Grandma and Mom in sometimes. I'd prance around on my tip toes and walk around as though I had heels on.
As a teen, heels really weren't in fashion. And I was already the tallest girl ever at 5'6". Who wanted to wear heels when you were already towering over the boys?
In early adulthood my feet hurt. I had this awesome sage green suit and tan strappy heels that perfectly matched it. I'd wear it to interviews and pay for it later. My feet would ache. The balls of my feet would scream with each step.
For most of my 20s and 30's I wore flat shoes or small wedge style 1 inch heels. Not that I had all these great places to wear heels, but still I'd have loved to have the option.
About 2-3 months ago I started dressing up for work more often. What I've found is that I fit better in dress clothes currently than casual clothes. Weird, but true. So I wear dress pants, camis and cardigans; dress pants and soft turtleneck sweats; dress pants and flowy chiffon tops. But with those things I wear heels. 2 inch heels. Granted, they're stacked heels, not spike heels, but still heels. I feel girly and professional and good.
In the last couple of weeks I've noticed that by the end of the day I can't tell if I was wearing heels or not. And, more often than not, I reach for those heels and try to make them work with the causal pants that I have.
It's a little thing, but one that makes me smile.
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