No, I’m not writing about empty places in my life that need filling, but rather a pair of strappy sandals with a three-and-a-half inch heel that was delivered on Friday.
One thing possibly not noticeable in the many photos posted of my husband and me together is the fact that I am 5’9″ and he is a touch over 5’7″. Not that that ever made any difference that I was aware of … although I suspect his new girlfriend, much shorter than he is, does add to how he now considers his stature … as I’d been married to a tall guy who made my life miserable, so a short, kind and loving man was fine by me.
Now that the “kind and loving” bits are hard to find, Mark’s smallness has become a feature I am more aware of, and the fact that I’ve spent the last 15 years in flats tweaks a tiny resentment.
Of course, living where I do, flip-flops are de rigeur. Thanks primarily to my mother I have quite the collection of fancy ones that fit most occasions, and I will continue to sport over-spangled, fancy beach shoes for years to come.
I have, however, missed the dressier, snazzier, sexier footwear that comes with extra inches. No more. This weekend, I strapped ’em on and went out.
I had forgotten how different the world looks from six-feet-plus up, and also the impression I make walking into a room at full height in full glory … dressed to the nines, makeup accentuating my positives and a head above the crowd.
Yep. Apparently, I still have something of myself left that catches eyes and compliments, and how much do I need that at this point in my life? One hell of a lot.
Little did I know how far those extra 6 inches (three per foot) would take my self-image, my confidence and self respect. It was quite a pump, and one I fully intend to take advantage of as often as possible.
Hooray for sexy shoes and the benefits of. They’ve taken me more than a few steps forward in the process of healing, and felt very good while doing so.
A collection of my short stories:
I'm in this one, too ...
And I'm in here, as well ...
Paradise Preoccupied 
HOORAY FOR SEXY SHOES!
Don’t ever let a little man make you feel small again, Sandra.
You are a queen who deserves to be head and shoulders above the crowd so your adoring subjects can worship you as they should.
(Too bad for him the little man never figured it out.)
I hate high heels [and I’m 5’4] but hey, if they make you feel good and help you regain some self-confidence, and improve your outlook and attitude, awesome. One of the things I tell my kids all the time is that Attitude is Everything. If you have a positive attitude you can do ANYTHING. The better you are, the more you show your ex that he has no power over you. You Go Girl!
A great post! I too say HOORAY FOR SEXY SHOES!
And it gave me a chuckle to see “World of Warcraft’s ‘Recruit-a-Friend’ Program” as a “Possibly related post (automatically generated)”. I like to think that the internet is with you to kick a55 and take names. I’m with you!
I do not understand the mystical magical power high heel shoes have over us men but I ain’t complaining! Ladies, it’s your secret weapon, use them often!
Well, now I know one of the reasons I’ve always looked up to you.
With your being out of practice wearing heels, it’s a miracle you didn’t fall off your shoes and break your neck.
I’m so happy you stood tall and proud and went out on the town. It’s time for you to start living again, and I’m glad you are beginning to realize what a stunning women you really are. I almost feel sorry for the guys….they don’t stand a chance!
So put on your dancing shoes girl and paint the town….and let the door slam in what’s-his-name’s face on your way out.