epiphany

Today I had what can only be described as a heel epiphany. There I was, clumping down the road, feeling a bit self-conscious. I got on the train a heel novice, but when I got off at Lewes, something had changed.
Here is a reconstruction of the lightbulb moment:
They suddenly felt natural - comfortable, even. I didn't even change into my emergency flats for the walk home.
Perhaps it's because I spent most of Tuesday in heels only the bravest drag queen would attempt walking unaided in, that these little 3-inchers are a piece of cake for my high arches.

Perhaps today, I became a woman. Next stop - the dreaded and vertiginous ASOS heeled gladiators I've yet to wear.

Has anyone else had a moment of enlightenment like this?