Vicky Biccy's Blog

Well-heeled?

Last night, at a Christmas ball, I made a big decision. I’m going to buy a pair of heels.

I’m short. I’m okay with it. As I tend to choose comfort over fashion, I haven’t tottered about in stilettos since I was 15. I’m used to looking up to other women, but standing in the champagne reception in a sea of slender shoulders, I felt particularly little. I scanned the floor for flat shoes, only to realise that I was one of just two flat-heeled ladies attending the ball.

Every time I mentioned this to my friends, someone would say ‘oh, but it makes you look so CUTE!’ Which didn’t make things any better. I know I shouldn’t compare myself with others. But I decided that next time I should step out with my head held high, and not find myself at eye-level with armpits.

Later, on the dance floor, one of these elegantly clad ladies not-so-elegantly stood on my foot. She didn’t even notice, but her full bodyweight, concentrated in the point of her heel, has left my foot bruised and throbbing. Maybe when I’ve got my own pair of foot-stabbers, I’ll get my revenge. More likely, though, my shoes will be under the table, my good intentions abandoned, and I’ll be strutting my stuff barefoot.

Created on Wed 5th December 2007 16:59