My High Heel Story

From Glittering Stilettos to Comfy Platforms: The Evolution of My Footwear Philosophy

High heels — for many of us, the fascination begins when we’re little girls, watching the grown-ups strut in elegance, their heels clicking like confidence on concrete. I was no exception. My love affair with heels began early, and it was intense.

I still remember sneaking into my aunt’s room, mesmerized by her towering collection of shoes. Stilettos, wedges, kitten heels, platforms — each pair whispered stories of glamour and grace. The tallest stilettos were my holy grail. I’d slip my tiny feet into them when no one was watching, wobble, fall, and try again with a steely determination.

There was something magical about those diamante-strapped stilettos. They made an indelible mark on my heart. So much so that 15 years later, I found myself buying my first real pair — tall, sleek, and sparkly — just like my first love. That moment ignited a fervent phase: my collection grew as quickly as my bank account shrank.

Some pairs I never even wore, but they brought me joy just sitting in their boxes. Occasionally, I’d take them out, admire them, lovingly run my fingers over the glossy finish, and tuck them back in — like precious little secrets.

But beauty often comes with a price. Years of choosing looks over comfort took a toll on my feet. Blisters, band-aids, sore toes — my feet endured it all. But I still wore them. Because heels weren’t just footwear, they were power, poise, personality.

Then came my 40s — and a quiet reckoning.

Suddenly, comfort spoke louder than couture. I looked at my bulging closet full of pristine, unwalkable shoes, and for the first time, saw them for what they were — beautiful burdens. With a heavy heart, I began giving them away.

These days, I still own heels, but they’re chosen with care. Platforms and wedges now take precedence over stilettos. I pick shoes that serve both style and sanity. I no longer feel the need to own every shade of every shape. My priorities have shifted: versatility over vanity, support over sparkle, comfort over clichés.

Now, when I walk into a party, my shoes don’t just look good — they carry me through the night without complaint. If I find a pair that marries comfort and style? It’s a match made in heaven.

💭 Final Thoughts

Fashion evolves — and so should we. What we wear on our feet should reflect not just where we’re going, but how we want to feel when we get there. And if those feelings include joy, comfort, and confidence? Then darling, you’re already walking tall.