While at church this weekend, I observed a young girl who was wearing a pair of heels for what must have been the first time. She was in the 10-13 year old range, I think - I'm not the greatest at gauging ages, but she was young. It was clear that she had no experience in walking in heels, and while descending the steps of the altar, she fell. She wasn't hurt, just embarrassed.
I remember my first pair of heels. I used my babysitting money and bought a pair of Candie's. I can't even find them now on Zappos, but they were big in the 70's and 80's. I bought 3 or 4 inch backless stilettos - maybe not the most appropriate shoes for a 12 year old - and my mom didn't like them. She's not a wearer of heels.
I LOVE heels. Love how they make my legs look a teeny bit better, how they make me feel, how cute they are - when I wear flats, I have a tendency to shuffle and feel like I'm wearing bedroom slippers.
I remember wearing that first pair of heels to church, and being SO proud of myself. Everyone's looking at me, I marveled. They must think I look so, so grown up. In retrospect, they were probably wondering at this preteen girl wearing what were clearly completely inappropriate hooker shoes.
But I felt good, and that's all that matters.
I wear heels often now. I like to think that I know how to walk in them. They feel like they are part of me.