Three Inch Heels

I wore three inch heels today. Calvin Klein wedges. They are hot shoes. I looked damn good. And I felt good too. There is something to be said for getting yourself together to boost your self confidence. They always say when you look good, you feel good. Today provided proof positive. It's true.

High heels have always made me feel good. I am 5'10" so it's not about being taller. There's power in the pumps. There's strength and sexiness and satisfaction in knowing that people pay attention when you walk by in a pair of Steve Madden gems.

And I love buying them. Three of my closet shelves are lined with two and three and four inch heels. I'm no Imelda Marcos but I may have a bit of an addiction. Most of them just sit there because my prematurely arthritic knees don't always allow for fabulous shoes. There was a time in my life too when I dated a short guy who hated that I was taller then him. (I know... That's a red flag. But he was so pretty.) So I traded in my pumps and wedges for ballet flats for a couple of years. It frustrated my mom to no end.

Growing up, I'd watch my mom strap on her high heels when she'd go out on Friday nights with my dad. Mom towered over dad by a few inches but she wore gorgeous pumps and high-heeled, strappy sandals. My dad loved it. You could see in the way he looked at her and the way he would wrap his arm around her waist and rest his hand on her hip that he thought she was sexy. Back then, it grossed me out completely; but now, I remember their interactions fondly. She set a fantastic example for me. She always said I should be proud of being tall and wear it well. "You should never hide your height," mom said.

See, sometimes, I do exactly what my mom says. On occasion that leads to a night of ice bags on my knees. But every feel good moment makes it worth it. All hail the three inch heels!