After my divorce five years ago, one of the first things I did for myself was to start buying and wearing heels.  I got a lot of grief from friends and family about this practice because they’re not “good for your feet” and I had a toddler to chase after.  I, however, loved it.  I loved that wearing heels made me more aware of myself, helped me to stand taller and prouder, and heck they were cute too.  I stopped being so clumsy.  I was more than able to keep up with Tarquin.  They gave me an extra spring in my step.  Fast forward a few years, throw in a new husband who’s a little bit shorter than me (and self conscious about it) and an altogether new toddler, and I now have no heels, less self esteem, and no awareness.  Well, I’m done with it.  This is for me, and 2013 will be the year of bringing back my heels.  Now if I can find some cute, reasonably priced ones in my now even bigger feet size.  ;)