I’ve never been one to wear heels, except for the rare occasion when I was a bridesmaid. I have memories of my poor feet wobbling as I tried to walk down the aisle, all eyes on me, and trying to act the most natural as I could while my feet were in excruciating pain.
I prefer flats: mary janes or Ahnu yoga shoes. Before I started my full-time job, I went shoe shopping and found Life Stride. Think Stride Rite for women. These heels felt comfortable. Heck, I could work in these. I take my purchase home feeling satisfied. Flash forward to my first day at work. I put on my beloved new heels and start to walk around my building. Providence is a colonial city, which means uneven brick sidewalks and old stone layered into some of the roads. A challenge for heel wearers to say the least. So I start to walk and within a matter of minutes, my toes feel squeezed and pushed forward. These heels are not as comfortable as they were in the store.
I have observed coworkers stowing their heels under their desks or inside drawers, only donning them on when they’re called into court. Now that it’s summer, I tend to wear flipflops when I’m seated at my desk. And when I’m called into court during a jury trial, I would strap on my heels and walk that walk, acting like my feet are fine; I’m fine. And this act seemed to work for a while, or so I thought. Until yesterday. A coworker with concern asked me, “Do you have a limp?” Nope. It’s the heels.
I’m going to retire them in favor of my Skechers mary janes with memory foam and just accept the fact that heels are not for me.
We do not live in a one-size-fits-all world. What works for others is not always going to feel like the right fit. Some women wear high stilettos with ease. I’m just not one of them and I never will be. I’ll proudly be wearing my Skechers to court from now on.
We all have our own paths to walk and strides to make. Let’s listen to what our bodies tell us and fearlessly proclaim what no longer works for us. Let’s accept this truth with pride in our hearts.