Thursday, November 16, 2006

5 Inch Heel

Getting my high heeled shoes was kind of a rite of passage for me. You see, I grew up as sort of a tomboy. I hated dressing up. I would much rather be out back, climbing trees with the boys or playing football. Going to church was the worst. I hated all those fancy dresses and skirts. That is why I would not even look at high heel shoes. That is, until my older sister made me try on her 5 inch heels.

If you have never worn a 5 inch heel shoe before, there's just no way for you to imagine what it is like. You are towering up on a tiny spike, perilously suspended above the ground. This may seem to be an exaggeration to you, but this is exactly how it feels. The first time I put on that 5 inch heel shoe, I fell over almost immediately. It is not like I wanted to wear it anyway, and trying it out was such a hassle.

My sister actually made me put on the 5 inch heel shoe when she was babysitting me. She literally held me down and would not let me get up until I promised to try on the shoe. It was humiliating, and I hated it at first. After a while, however, it started to grow on me. I liked the challenge of walking around the house in a 5 inch heel. I liked the way it made me shake my hips while I walked. Although I still felt like a tomboy, I was getting to the age where I liked attention from the boys, and wearing a 5 inch heel would give me just that.

Of course I was never allowed to wear the 5 inch heels again. Once my sister found out that I liked it, she kept the 5 inch stiletto shoes away from me. Nonetheless, I did get to wear prettier shoes from then on. My mom was thrilled to see that I was getting more into girls shoes and girls fashion, and was willing to indulge me with a few trips to get new clothes. It was really a lot of fun, and it actually made me feel freer. You see, I could still dress up like a boy when I wanted to, but I also got to dress up like a girl. And as soon as I got old enough, I bought a 5 inch heel of my very own.