Ever have that feeling like the jokes on you?
I put that odd little occurrence behind me and headed back to my apartment to prepare for a fashionable brunch in the meatpacking district where I'd be able to smitchz and schmooze with fabulous industry creatives. I put on a crowd-pleaser dress with my grey Jessica Bennett gladiator heels; was feeling great, and looking good. I began to walk, ok... so I was sauntering down the street, and I came across a woman, who had long since skipped, splashed, and then sprawled down the slippery slope of "I'm a mom, so I don't need to try anymore" with her daughter. She unabashedly looked me up and down, and then asked, " Those shoes don't hurt?!!?" Followed by, "My goodness, I don't know how you can where those heels, I can't do it anymore!" I was a little caught off guard with her comment, In my head I heard a record get suddenly get cut off, you know that sound, kinds like zzzeeerruuppp!
I thought to myself, should they hurt? Clearly, I am wearing these shoes, and do not plan on taking them off because a complete stranger suggested that they should hurt. If they did hurt, I think I would have realized that before I left the house, or even as I was buying them, and since I have them on, and that wasn't enough to keep me from putting them on MY feet. At that point something clicked. I distinctively heard the use of the word "anymore" in her chastising speech. Possibly, she misses wearing heels? Was the green eyed monster rearing it's ugly head? Whatevs!!! It was too hot, to be bothered. I smiled, replied, "na" and kept on walking. I actually own heels that don't hurt. I love shoes, and buy good ones, in my size, or else it's just a waste of limited closet space.
That was it!!!! The train doors opened, I got off the train and bid adieu to all the "fashion critics."
This couldn't have been a coincidence. There was a secret alliance of mommies sent out to annoy me that day. There just had to be! I began to wonder whether the squirrel beating it's chest at me was a sign to expect major b.s. Their comments didn't bruise my ego, but I did get an insight as to how women see other women when they themselves have stopped caring. I believe that it is not required to let yourself go once you are a mother. It's a choice, as anything else is.
When I become a mom, I plan on being the sexiest thing pushing a stroller! How I feel on the inside, and the way I represent that on the outside will always matter.
You better make way for this stiletto Mama!
As Always Adenike
1 comment:
I really enjoyed reading post.it's true..there are many women out there who had forgotten that they are women..it's so sad.
Hahaha for squirrel lol they are just amazing
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