Day 6 - GRATEFUL for High Heels

I love wearing high heels. There is something incredibly powerful about being able to navigate the twists and turns of daily life while balancing on toothpick stilts. Pointy toed, wedged, platform, peep-toe. This seemingly bottom part of my wardrobe has the biggest influence on my mood. Heels can make me feel flirty or sexy or demanding, and the clip-clip-clipety clack of my heel on the pavement sets a beat to live by.

Why do I get such joy from the superficial gleam of patent leather pumps? Because they make me feel ALIVE. For years, I was simply too big to wear high heels. I once broke a pair of shoes because they couldn't hold me up. I shuffeled and wobbled when I walked, and the only job my feet had were to quickly get me through a crowd so no one could stare at me too long. There was a time in my life I only had slip-on shoes because I couldn't reach my feet. I couldn't tie a pair of laces or buckle a cute T-strap.

Then my body changed and a whole world of shoe possibilites opened up. My feet didn't mind standing. Or walking up and down steps. Or being noticed. My feet might hurt after 12 hours of 4 inch heels, but they have exciting tales to tell of the sidewalks, hallways, roads, hiking trails, county fairs, malls, college campuses, and farmer's markets where they have taken me. My feet don't have to help me hide anymore. My feet want to be noticed. I want to be noticed - from head to shoe.

(For Joel - who inspired this post - I think "The KJ Museum of Shoes and Handbags" is a GREAT idea!)