When other people make remarks about something you wear, like your shoes, and it begins with “I can’t believe,” do you think they really care, or are they being snide? Yeah, that’s what I think too.
I wear high heels.
Really high heels.
In outrageous colors.
In crazy styles.
Costing as much as the entire budget of some small nations.
I wear them every day.
And I love them.
If you catch me without my heels it’s because I’m either dead, sick, or dead.
I can’t walk without them. Yes, I’m serious about this. I look like a total dufus, wobbling and tripping my way down the hall. Flat shoes and flat feet aren’t for me.
I own so many heels that I have an entire closet just for my heels. Hell, I could probably go an entire month and never wear the same pair twice.
I could. If I wanted to.
Of course I have my favorites that get worn more than the others. But I love them all equally.
And I love how I look in them.
No, not a basketball on tooth picks kind of look, but ladylike. Tall legs. Perfectly muscled calves. Hey, it’s my fantasy. Leave it alone.
So when I hear people (one in particular) say, ‘I can’t believe you still wear heels’, it makes me wonder what they (she) really means.
– Hey. Don’t you know you’re too old to wear shoes with heels?
– Shouldn’t you be shopping at the Clark’s store for shoes by now?
– Do you know you look like an idiot wearing heels at your age?
– Why don’t you act your age?
– Let me show you where you can find some very comfortable and totally ugly shoes. After all, you deserve them.
– I’m sure those heels aren’t helping the pain in your back.
– I wish I could wear heels, but since I can’t I’m going to make snide remarks about you in a vain attempt to make you feel bad and make me feel better.
And you think I care about your comments?
Think again chicky-doo.
Neither you nor your comments, nor your sideward glances will make me shed my heels.
I have plans on wearing heels until I die, or can’t walk, whichever comes first. And then I may wear them just to spite those who think I can’t or shouldn’t.
That just the way I am being a caring person and all.
From the life and mind of:
Wanda M. Argersinger
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