Black Stilettos, Old Women and Choices

So I walked in this footwear store and let my eyes sweep in the vicinity to have their treat, which was due on me from a long time. My eyes, oh well I had a bad squint and my feet were tickling with joy to get inside those shiny new shoes (any of them). Boots, Pumps, Loafers, Flat slippers, sneakers, stilettos, wedges, in every shade of red, blue, green, yellow, beige, black etc. For some unknown reasons, I have an evergreen attraction towards full-length black boots. I usually prefer footwear with minimal heel perhaps for a change my eyes glued to these 6-inch shiny black stilettos.

While my heart was going through a laborious time convincing my mind to go for the heels, there walked in some women aged between grandma and grandma’s friends! There I was standing on one side of the shelf full of shoes and on the other, were they. Looking for the same thing but differently. As I started with the shiny and fancy ones they started with the least fancy and shiny ones with no heels at all. Our choice was way too divergent.

As I continued to accolade the pair that I had in my hands, the lady came up to me and homaged me for having a satisfying choice. I could see in her eyes that she loved the pair as much as I did, but there was something that was holding her back from purchasing those. I insisted her to give it a shot, but she denied saying that she was too old for it. There might be many justifications such as the age factor, maybe she thought she cannot pull them off at this age or what the society would say. Yeah, it’s true! People judge you by any way they can, may it be your clothes, shoes, your tattoos, and even your hair.

The shine in her eyes for those stilettos left me wondering for hours and I decided since then that I would never in my life, compromise with the little things which I want to do or buy for myself that make me feel happy. For a woman, the love for shoe and clothes can never succumb. She surely was the youngest at heart amongst any of us present there, it was just the wrinkles on her face that stopped her from feeling young from the outside.

Our society’s blueprint has been set as such that we say it or not, at some point in time in our lives, when the years pass and we age, we feel trapped in our own body as if it belongs to someone else. We want to enjoy, have fun again but something just stops us. According to me, it’s the fear of chattering lip gloss mouths and wandering eyes.

Why do we stop enjoying our lives at first? Why do we stop doing things that make us feel good, sanguine and happy? Since when have we started to feel cornered in our own skin? Since when we have drawn this thick line of a “to do” and “not to do” list and formed these age groups when it comes to happiness?! When did it start? There is a starting point for everything.

My mom doesn’t wear bright reds, she thinks it is not her “age” to wear bright colors like that, ignoring the fact how beautiful she looks in it and how much she loves it.

I don’t know if this blog post makes sense to any of you reading this but I hope somebody somewhere reading this could relate to it. Footwear is such a small thing but you know as they say, small things that can make you the happiest, those are the things that count in life. We never know what the other person is going through in their life, for us, our matters and troubles are gigantic.

So the lady and her friends left with boxes of the footwear “matching” their “age”, and for me, how could have I caved-in? I walked off with the same pair I wanted to and with the hope of all of us, breaking free from all the barriers that we have spawned.

Happy Freedom People!