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Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Raise me up.......

....on high heels....


It's not an epiphany for anyone when I confess my love of shoes. In fact, I'm pretty sure the words shoes and Judi go hand in hand in some people's minds. Shoes are the one and only thing in my life that force me to commit sin. When it comes to shoes--I'm gluttonous,I'm lustful, I'm greedy and I live with a severe case of shoe envy. I wear my shoes with pride and tend to get angry over ugly shoes. Of the seven deadly sins, the only sin I don't commit is the sin of sloth...when it comes to shoes (because I care about shoes!).


























Shoes are like that bad boy your mother warned you about. The singer from the band who rides over to your house on a motorcycle in his Levis and black books, with his guitar on his back, long hair and a scruffy beard, smelling of beer and cigarettes. The boy who doesn't care that your mother thinks he's bad news. The boy who calls her by her first name....knowing he got to her...way down there. The boy who just makes you (and your mother) feel things....things you never thought you'd feel....

Shoes....they are just my thing. But never more so than right now. All of sudden....I can actually wear all those shoes that I never could before. I'm no longer relegated to wearing sensible but very cute shoes. I can wear heels....even high heels. High heels, pointy toed, not-so-sensible but oh-so-cute shoes. I can buy them without guilt because I know they won't be sitting in the bottom of my closet because I can't wear them. BECAUSE I CAN. And, oh, how they make me feel. And, how they make me look. As far as I'm concerned, high heeled shoes are a girl-with-about-20lbs-to-lose's best friend. They instantaneously knock off a few pounds. They have this magical power over your body. They make you taller. Sleeker. They push up your butt, your calves and every other body part. They make you walk with a little more wiggle and a little more sass and a tad bit more attitude. They scream "look at me" when you walk into a room. They give you that edge you need when you're dealing with one of those nasty but sensibly-shoed gals.

It's a shame that I couldn't wear these high heeled shoes when I was in the throes of obesity. I mean, they clearly could have given me a little boost when I really needed it. But, just as I've long suspected....all the good things go to the thinner girls. But, now I'm one of them . So, I can wear my high-heeled shoes....and I can walk from here to there in them too. Alleluia!

4 comments:

Kathy said...

You go girl!!!!

Jody V said...

What a wonderful post Judi! I am getting to higher heels but not there yet! I too have noticed I can wear some of those higher heels now without the pain and agony! You truly are the Shoe Goddess!

Jody

Ashley said...

i know exactly what you mean. when i gained my forty pounds i got depressed and stopped wearing anything nice like that. now i don't have the shoe collection like you, but i have some nice ones that now i wear even when i just going shopping because i can and i feel good in them. it's and awesome feeling when you feel that good about yourself.

luv ya
ashley

Eileen, Founder, Organizer, Mayor and Chief Cook And Bottle Washer of the Anger Management Girls. said...

I just don't get into shoes. Even way back in my skinny days. Never cared. (I think it's because I had what my mother called "A Good UNDERstanding,ie big feet)

Now purses......that's another story!