Over the past 15 years I have created a false image unbeknownst to me. I had no idea that three inches could affect one’s life, but it has given my co-workers, friends and even my mother a deluded perception of my aesthetic. I find it comical and somewhat flattering that I have given the impression that I am actually taller, slimmer and even a bit more, dare I say, bourgeois than I am in reality.
The truth of the matter is that I am not really that tall, I am a bit flabby and I can’t even really say bourgeois without choking on one of the hot dogs or the Ramen noodles I usually eat for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Bourgeois? I wish!
People have always asked me how tall I am. I never understood why I always got that question. Am I an Amazon woman? Do I seem as tall as The Jolly Green Giant? Even my mom was recently shocked when I told her how tall I really am.
Another question I am always asked is how I stay in shape. I do have moments in time or months in time when I am really motivated and the gym and yoga are my best friends. But, most of the time, I am sitting in front of the TV with a huge bag of candy and a two-liter of soda to wash it down with. I never understood why or how people thought of me as someone who is in shape or fit. It’s simply not true.
Heels give you a confidence that shines through in the way you walk, stand and carry yourself. For example, a few years ago when I was working for a big insurance company I would constantly have issues with this one person who used to frequently tell me she didn’t like me because I “thought I was better than everybody.” According to her, I walked around the office with my head up and nose in the air. I gave off an image, in her opinion, that made me seem unapproachable and conceited. I am far from that, so I didn’t really understand at the time why she thought that. Years later a friend told me she was surprised at how normal I am and I seem like “a real down-to-earth person.” But, I am real. I am down to earth.
If they only knew that the truth behind all of these misconceptions are on my feet. I live in high-heel shoes. And real high-heel shoes-anything less than three inches is unfathomable. It’s a fashion standard in my life. Actually, it’s THE standard. I have been wearing heels since I was 12 years old. And, yes, they were even three inches then. Actually, if I could’ve gotten away with wearing them when I was even younger, you better believe, I would’ve been strutting then. But, I didn’t start strutting or wearing heels just for heels sake. My reason is medicinal (that’s my excuse and I am sticking to it). My feet are extremely flat and heels give the illusion that I have an arch and they keep my feet from dragging by forcing me to walk heel-toe. Heels are to me what flats mean to most women. In fact, I was completely disgusted a couple of years ago when the ballerina slipper was the new craze!
I love heels. In my well-versed fashion opinion, no outfit is complete without the perfect shoe and no shoe is perfect unless it has a heel. A heel makes you appear taller, slimmer, and yes, more confident. There is rarely a time that you will see me without heels. They have become a part of me or the illusion of who I am. I have created the pleasant little lie that I have less body fat than I do in reality and I'm a lot taller than 5’7 with little to no insecurities. Oh, if these shoes could talk! Luckily, they can’t and I continue my lies, flab and all. What a difference a few inches make! I am definitely down to earth, but you’ll never catch me less than three inches above it.