High heels.
Super high.
Crazy ridiculous.
Platform.
Stripper.
Stiletto.
HEELS!
Secretly, I wish I could walk in heels without feeling like I would break my neck...
I want to go to dinner, the club annnnd post-club breakfast
without worrying about changing my shoes
or feeling like I need to go home
because my feet are aching in defeat.
Someday, I will walk in heels without having to think about it.
On that day, ya'll better watch out...
because I'm going to walk from the Bronx all the way
to the very tip of Long Island
with a bull horn
announcing to the world that
I am a woman...
not a flip-flop toting faker,
but a real deal,
full blown,
sexy,
liberated,
phenomenal,
WOMAN.
Until that day,
I'll be that spunky girl seated on the A train
in her flip flops or Air Jordans,
smiling at strangers
and well, pretty comfortable.
