I am not a short or thin girl by any means, and therefore for the majority of my life I have shyed away from most heels (besides the occasional kitten heel) for this reason. Sometime this year I decided fuck it (I think it has to do with two of my gorgeous Aussie friends I met in Leeds who were 6 feet tall, wore heels and had no trouble with men), Imma wear heels despite the risk of appearing like a giant glamazon because they make me feel sexy and nice, and I don’t mind being an inch or two taller than a dude. However, I bought these Monday and as fucking great my legs look in them, and as comfortable as they are (the dream! comfortable heels!) as I was clomping around my kitchen in them, it occurred to me just how freakishly tall I am in them. Can’t decide if I’m being too confident in my height if I wear them or if I should set them aside to only be taken out once in a blue moon when I go to Art Bar to dance with gay men.

I am not a short or thin girl by any means, and therefore for the majority of my life I have shyed away from most heels (besides the occasional kitten heel) for this reason. Sometime this year I decided fuck it (I think it has to do with two of my gorgeous Aussie friends I met in Leeds who were 6 feet tall, wore heels and had no trouble with men), Imma wear heels despite the risk of appearing like a giant glamazon because they make me feel sexy and nice, and I don’t mind being an inch or two taller than a dude.

However, I bought these Monday and as fucking great my legs look in them, and as comfortable as they are (the dream! comfortable heels!) as I was clomping around my kitchen in them, it occurred to me just how freakishly tall I am in them. Can’t decide if I’m being too confident in my height if I wear them or if I should set them aside to only be taken out once in a blue moon when I go to Art Bar to dance with gay men.