Friday, September 14, 2012

Thoughts about shoes... mine in particular

Click, clack, click, clack... the sound of my shoes against the floor. The sound momentarily muffled as I walk over the carpet.  The sound of my steps announcing my approach to anyone within hearing distance.  The shy girl in me cringes at the thought that I am calling attention to myself and all but wished that she could tip-toe her way to her office, and yet I don't. My back is straight, my head held high, my eyes moving and acknowledging the people I pass by.  I mentally take stock of myself to make sure that I present the proper image that I want to portray.  Confident, professional , approachable with purpose.

When I was young I never understood my girlfriends love for shoes.  Honestly, if I had to choose between a shoe and a book, the book would always win.  Actually, now that I think about it, most anything would lose against the choice of buying a book.  It took me years to figure out that the shoes I wear and the clothes I wear actually do make me feel better. Well, maybe not better, but definitely different. Today I dressed in tight black comfortable jeans, a light and floaty colorful tank top with little stones in the collar area, hair tied in a bun, and one inch high black pumps, and just a little bit of colored lip balm. A simple outfit and yet I feel sexy and comfortable.  Why is this?  Today is no different than other days and yet I feel I'm sitting a little bit more straight in my chair.  I speak with much more assurance and conviction.  I feel like I have all the answer and my insecurities seem to diminish.  Who is this creature and why can't I be her all the time?

I guess I will have to continue to pay attention how I feel with what I wear, maybe in the long run it will help me to better understand myself.