There is something special about this feeling when I stand up in boots: the world immediately seems more flexible, and I am stronger. My step becomes clear, almost sonorous, and even a simple walk to the store turns into a small show. I walk, and I like to hear this rhythm of the heel, as if I have my own soundtrack. 🎶

It’s strange, but it is in boots that I feel not tired, but collected. Ballet flats make me absent-minded, sneakers - too relaxed, but boots give me exactly the state where I want to live, act, choose, take risks. They seem to gather me into a single whole.

I know that for many people, heels are about suffering, about chafed feet and eternal bandages in a bag. But for me, it's the other way around. I get tired faster in flat shoes than in stilettos. It's probably not about physiology, but about the fact that I subconsciously associate these boots with strength. They don't press, they don't break - they support.

There are women who feel like themselves in a sweatshirt and sneakers. There are those who never get out of their sneakers. And I - in boots. And I like that my "comfort zone" is not a soft blanket and woolen socks, but the shine of my skin, heels and a slight challenge to all the rules of a "comfortable life".

Even if they sound bold, even if sometimes people think: "why dress like that?" - I will still go out in these boots. Because this is me. This is my body, my step, my energy. And if I ever decide to give up heels, then I will stop being myself. And I don’t want that. 💃

Nata