Sunday, 20 February 2011

Thought 14: In my shoes(literally)‏

There is a question that goes around in most peoples minds when they get to know me.
Why do I like shoes ?
More specifically, why do I insist on wearing high heeled shoes?
It seems unimportant but it is an important part of my life.
It actually has more significant to me than making me look taller, strangely enough.
When I slide my feet into a pair of at least 5 inch shoes, there are butterflies fluttering away in my tummy. I dislike my height, although I thank God for who I am, it is not a fact that I am hugely proud of. Most people may assume that the Media has influenced this perspective as they portray the 'good looking' women to be stereotypically taller women. In some way, that may be true but my passion to be tall feels more personal than a nurtured feeling.
I know the consequences of wearing high heels like a fat girl knows about her chocolate. I wish I could explain why I carry on going against my knowledge but I cannot.

Being in heels makes me feel complete.
Being in heels makes me feel better about myself.
Being in heels makes the world seem to disappear.
Being in heels makes my legs seem longer. (Couldn't miss that one out)

In my shoes is a different point of view of the world.
In my shoes is where I find my own kind of happiness.
In my shoes I found my own kind of love.

Shoes do not get angry with you.
Shoes (hardly) never let you down.
Shoes are always therapeutic.
Shoes only make you feel guilty when you don't buy them.

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