High heels and confidence

'Heels get you closer to heaven ' I had read in a fashion article.

It might be true but its just not getting me any closer to my destination.

I'm cursing myself for the umpteenth time before trying to fit my elephant like feet into the sophisticated foot ornament. I'm close to 5'8 tall and you might argue for the need of it but given that I had a baby recently and my confidence is dripping to a new low, I'm kinda worried about things that await (Including heaps of diapers, wet wipes and other baby stuff). So I'm trying out new accessories that might boost my confidence (Or those that the fashion article claims to help)

I am trying to walk in this new heels which look amazing from a distance (when they are not around my feet or are not moving). It's refusing to stay and I finally reach my desk thanking god 

"Of all days, you are wearing this today?!"

My colleague is giving me those debatable looks and I look clueless. She points out at the meeting invite we have for the self defense class. 

"There might be situations we got to use pointed objects" I'm trying to be defensive - already.

We end up in the class with few other women - women who are dressed in active wear and who eye me with a twitch. 

The class is fun. They teach us how to escape from a strong grip, to slap, to kick and to punch. I'm waiting to go back home. Practise makes us perfect is what I'm thinking.

I'm in the metro yet again. It's crowded as usual and the only reason I thank the god is for not letting me land in someone's armpit. I see a group of young boys having fun enacting their professor. I feel that one of the guys is at a uncomfortable distance from me.

With him occasionally staring at his feet and then mine, my self defense mode kicks in. The next station where the tube halts, I poke him with a bobby pin and give him a never-mess-with-me stare. He tries to move away and I can sense myself being pulled towards him. 

"You are stomping on my trousers" I can hear him mumble. I can see my stupid heels firmly holding the ends of his trouser. It's too late to apologize.

I travel with him for the next 8 stops. A joyous ride indeed