Victory??



These shoes represent victory to me. Let me explain...

I have always wanted a pair of really high heels but becaus ethey are impractical and all that I never allow myself to look, let alone try on or actually consider buying. And I think part of me didn't think I was worth it. Well in my journey to connectedness... I allowed myself to admit that however impractical, no matter how rarely i will wear them, even if my knees hurt like the dickens when I wear them... I am allowed to spoil myself and be just a bit impractical :)

It's a small thing really but empowering.

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