Choosing Heels

I never used to think about heels. They were something girls wore to prom or maybe graduation, not something I’d ever have to understand. But here I am, with a growing collection under my bed and actual opinions on kitten heels versus stilettos. Life comes at you fast.

The first pair I wore was brutal—black patent leather pumps with a heel that felt like it reached the clouds. I wobbled like a newborn deer. I didn’t even make it to the end of the hall before kicking them off. But no one let me quit. They actually tied me up to stop me from removing them. The lesson was clear: heels aren’t just about looking cute—they’re about control, posture, and yes, sometimes punishment.

Since then, I’ve learned to match heels to outfits, and weirdly, it’s kind of satisfying. Short skirts and dresses need something sleek, like a stiletto or strappy sandal. It keeps your legs looking long and distracts from how awkward you feel. Longer skirts? That’s wedge or block heel territory. You need the height, but you also need to walk without breaking your ankle.

Color matters too. Nude heels blend in and make your legs look endless. Black is classic but can feel heavy. And if you ever wear red heels, just know you’re making a statement, whether you want to or not.

Now I can’t even wear jeans without wondering if a heel would pull the outfit together. That used to scare me—now it just feels like part of the routine. Like lip gloss before leaving the dorm.

I still trip sometimes. And I definitely still complain. But the next time someone hands me a pair of heels to go with a dress I didn’t choose, I’ll know how to walk in them.

Jacob will be coming down next weekend.  I have to admit that I'm scared and I think he is too.  My sisters are frighteningly excited.