Before the PCOS. Before the infertility treatment. Before the pregnancy, the miscarriage, and the last troubled pregnancy. Before staying at home and caring for three children under three, she wore mini skirts.
12 years and umpteen pounds ago, she wore mini skirts with boots. Black knee high lace up boots. Dangerous boots not meant for walking. Boots meant for strutting and dancing and getting in and out of trouble. Seriously sexy boots that did all the talking for her.
The me she is today found a pair of boots online. The sheen of the leather, the height of the heels, the delicate lacing daring to be untied. The boots spoke to her. "Go ahead. I dare you."
The me she is today just sighed, her feet wiggling comfortably within her Disney Mama Crocs "When will I ever get a chance to wear you?"
The me she used to be whispered, "Buy them and see!"
Can a pair of boots change your life?
The me she will always be can't wait to find out.