If you know me, you'd know that "late bloomer" is a bit of an understatement for me. I seem to have stayed a tree climbing, dog chasing wild child much longer than I ought to have, therefore missing on the "experiences" that growing-up has to offer. Not that I've ever regretted it. Infact I'm more grateful.
Anyway, this experience I'm talking about is wearing heels. I don't really know when most people start, probably at 15 or 16, I think? I know Suri Cruise started when she was 3, but then again she is being raised by, in my opinion, a nut job. So yeah.
I wore my first pair of heels on July 24th, 2012, at the ripe old age of 25. Now, I've tried on heels before, but never actually worn them outside. Anyway, it was freshers night at uni and it was my last freshers ever, so my entire gang had decided to dress up for the party. I wore a black and white strapless dress, and if I wore flats, I may as well have worn a t-shirt with pajamas because I looked that hideous. So, heels were required.
I, of course, panicked. How would I carry them off???? First, I would be freaking 6 feet tall in them. Second, would I look like a reed of grass because I was that skinny and THAT tall? Third, I'm not known for my balance. How would I manage walking on freaking stilts (for me, they were!) when I always fall in flats? And lastly, the pain!!!!!! I have heard horror stories of people in heels.
So, to answer all these questions, said heels were worn the night before for a test run. I could barely walk in them, I strutted like a chicken and I almost hit my head on the doorways. And the pain!! Ten minutes and I was ready to give up. I started considering a change of dress, but I loved the dress so much, so it wasn't really an option. I practiced for some more time and then gave up. I made a wish at 11:11 to somehow get me through the day.
The next day, the day of the party, I bought bandaids. Lots of them. I needed padding on my toes. I wrapped three toes on each foot and then wore the heels. It was much, much more comfortable compared to the previous night and they showed off my hard earned calf muscles beautifully! And in that dress, I actually had an ass! :P
I made sure I had a non-drinkers pass, the last thing is me being tipsy in heels. I practiced climbing up and down stairs. I was pretty much as prepared as I would be. I was also super, super glad that my friend Supriya would be wearing heels also and would be as tall as me! I would not be that weird, tall skinny girl as I had feared. She is also equally skinny so yay! Misery loves company or rather in this case, awkward loves company.
The night was a surprising delight! I wore them, danced in them, jumped in them, climbed stairs and walked in them! They were perfectly behaved, until I got back to the hostel and when we got off the bus, I couldn't even walk. My feet pretty much gave way! We got hot chocolate, then proceeded to my friends' room to dance some more, without heels and to English music and not Bollywood stuff. Without the heels, my feet were fine!
I was so sure that the next morning would be the most painful after party morning ever. But, boy was I surprised!!! I felt no pain! I even went for my morning run!!! I think I'm the luckiest girl in the world!!!
Below is a picture of me and the girls!
Wearing heels wasn't as bad as I had expected it to be. I know I will definitely wear them again. I also now feel that I am fully a woman. I have worn heels. HA!
Anyway, this experience I'm talking about is wearing heels. I don't really know when most people start, probably at 15 or 16, I think? I know Suri Cruise started when she was 3, but then again she is being raised by, in my opinion, a nut job. So yeah.
I wore my first pair of heels on July 24th, 2012, at the ripe old age of 25. Now, I've tried on heels before, but never actually worn them outside. Anyway, it was freshers night at uni and it was my last freshers ever, so my entire gang had decided to dress up for the party. I wore a black and white strapless dress, and if I wore flats, I may as well have worn a t-shirt with pajamas because I looked that hideous. So, heels were required.
I, of course, panicked. How would I carry them off???? First, I would be freaking 6 feet tall in them. Second, would I look like a reed of grass because I was that skinny and THAT tall? Third, I'm not known for my balance. How would I manage walking on freaking stilts (for me, they were!) when I always fall in flats? And lastly, the pain!!!!!! I have heard horror stories of people in heels.
So, to answer all these questions, said heels were worn the night before for a test run. I could barely walk in them, I strutted like a chicken and I almost hit my head on the doorways. And the pain!! Ten minutes and I was ready to give up. I started considering a change of dress, but I loved the dress so much, so it wasn't really an option. I practiced for some more time and then gave up. I made a wish at 11:11 to somehow get me through the day.
The next day, the day of the party, I bought bandaids. Lots of them. I needed padding on my toes. I wrapped three toes on each foot and then wore the heels. It was much, much more comfortable compared to the previous night and they showed off my hard earned calf muscles beautifully! And in that dress, I actually had an ass! :P
I made sure I had a non-drinkers pass, the last thing is me being tipsy in heels. I practiced climbing up and down stairs. I was pretty much as prepared as I would be. I was also super, super glad that my friend Supriya would be wearing heels also and would be as tall as me! I would not be that weird, tall skinny girl as I had feared. She is also equally skinny so yay! Misery loves company or rather in this case, awkward loves company.
The night was a surprising delight! I wore them, danced in them, jumped in them, climbed stairs and walked in them! They were perfectly behaved, until I got back to the hostel and when we got off the bus, I couldn't even walk. My feet pretty much gave way! We got hot chocolate, then proceeded to my friends' room to dance some more, without heels and to English music and not Bollywood stuff. Without the heels, my feet were fine!
I was so sure that the next morning would be the most painful after party morning ever. But, boy was I surprised!!! I felt no pain! I even went for my morning run!!! I think I'm the luckiest girl in the world!!!
Below is a picture of me and the girls!
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