Yes, I am wearing flats in these photos. In fact, I’ve been wearing flats more and more often lately. A year ago, when I started running again (after a hiatus so long that I lost track of when I’d stopped), I set a strange, somewhat nebulous goal that made perfect sense to (probably only) me: I wanted to develop enough muscle in my legs to feel confident wearing flats. And yes, that’s where my obsession with heels began, a silly self-confidence issue; I’m not very tall, my legs aren’t especially toned and so, I convinced myself, I couldn’t wear flats.
This is hardly the first crazy fashion-related thing I convinced myself was the unvarnished truth. For years, I thought I couldn’t “pull off” casual clothes because I’m not naturally Noxema-girl pretty. I know I’m not alone in this; we all tell ourselves things about how we look that aren’t based in anything resembling reality. (And if you know how not to do this, please, share your secrets.) I told myself that I needed to work harder on my appearance than “those girls”, whoever they were (because I fully admit that I never knew.) I defined working harder as dressing up more. And I have a closet full of (virtually unworn) dresses to prove it.
It may be a sign of age or maturity, I’m not sure. But at some point in the last few years, I completely gave up caring what anyone thinks about how I look in my clothes, including the voice in my head. I still run. And I still have dreams of long, lean, muscular gams. If I keep running, I just might have them someday. But in the meantime, I still have flats in my closet, and life is too short to wait to wear them at some future date that may never actually arrive. So these days, my philosophy on flats is pretty simple: life is short, wear the shoes.
Tell me, where do you stand on flats?