I once tried on a pair of Jimmy Choo heels in Marbella, and honestly — it was an experience I’ll never forget. It felt like stepping into another world. One of those “so this is how the other half live” moments. I didn’t buy them (practical me knew there was no real point), but I absolutely loved the moment of wearing them.
There is something powerful about heels — that confident click-clack as you enter a room, the instant posture change, the presence. Heels don’t just change your height; they change your energy. For a moment, I felt bold, elegant, unstoppable.
But reality — and chronic pain — have their own plans.
First came wedges. Supportive, bouncy, kinder to my back. They were a compromise: comfort with a hint of glam. Still lovely… but not quite the same magic as that confident heel-strike announcement.
Then came flats. Sensible, simple… until I realized the pain shot straight up my back. That’s when I surrendered to what actually works for my body now: runners.
Specifically, my beloved Skechers.
Every day.
No drama.
No wobble.
Just relief.
I did attempt heels once for a dinner out. I had a lift there and back, barely any walking required — what could go wrong? Everything. I forgot one tiny detail: I’d still need to walk inside the restaurant. Watching me stumble to the bathroom in those tiny heels was like watching Bambi on ice. I genuinely looked drunk. I laughed at myself the whole way because honestly, what else can you do?
Chronic pain has changed a lot of things in my life, including my relationship with shoes. And yes, sometimes I miss that click-clack confidence. But what I’ve gained is something deeper: respect for my body, acceptance, and the wisdom to choose comfort over image.
These days, comfort wins.
Every single time.
And truthfully?
There’s something powerful about that kind of confidence too.
