Whoever came up with Kitten Heels? Deserves a Nobel Prize. They are ingenious. I can wear nice, pretty shoes and not inwardly groan from the pain of 5/6 inches. I can be dressed up and dressed down all at the same time. I can wear them with jeans! Jeans! Why all the excitement, my three readers (me, myself and I) wonder? Why is she just discovering heels that have been around longer than the past month?
Because I’m a recovering slob. I’ve been a slob since I learned, early on, that chubby girls with round faces aren’t considered cute by a roomful of pretty girls with non-chubby faces. I’ve been a slob since I learned that chubby girls with round faces aren’t in the pages of Vogue magazine. I’ve been a slob since I learned that when chubby little bodies only get chubbier as time passes by and hamburgers get bigger, the best way to feel good about yourself is to wear a sweatshirt. And huge pants. And throw on a jacket. And put on some sneaks. And blend in.
This Age of Slob went on for a while. I liked feeling comfortable (I wasn’t really comfortable, but that’s for the therapist, right?) and comfort clearly meant sloppiness to me. Those times of dressing up were kinda nice, but they didn’t last long, not in the least. Dressing up meant special occasions; not for everyday living, when being a slob felt so much better.
Late Bloomer, obviously. Long story short: as time passed by, I was helped to see that looking nice and presentable was more for ME than others. It’s still a process and it will always be (chubby girls don’t go very far), but it’s nice to wear a skirt and a top and Kitten Heels and feel pretty good. So, yeah, rock on, Kittens.
What else? It’s Mon(ugh)day. But fall is here. And it feels like fall!