Rise

Heels.

He’s not exceptionally tall, and I’m above average, so the heels have gone to the back of the wardrobe.

Worn rarely.

Generally, I don’t mind.

My feet and back thank me.

And there’s a certain charm to wearing ballet flats.

But I like the rise of my hips when I wear those heels.

I like the stride of my walk when they’re on my feet.

I like the purposeful click-clack on the floor when I stride across a room.

I like the feeling of being a woman.

Women can wear flats.

But the rise of my hips, the sway of my posterior, all makes me feel just a bit more special.

I have to make a point to walk like that in flats.

But in heels, my hips rise on their own.

A skirt has a different flow.

Pants take on a more sensual meaning.

I go from cute to sexy in thirty seconds flat.

And I can see it all in my shadow.

~ by writergirlsk on September 21, 2007.