Why You'll Never Catch Me in Flats

My life has never been comfortable, so why start now? That's where laziness lives.

Before Pinterest, supermodels, and Instagram there I was sittin on the front porch at 11 years old looking across the street and admiring her, the babymama of a boss. He had a brand new escalade and she was always fly; 8 months pregnant wearing 6” stilettoes. . . a real OG. .and I just knew right there and then that I had to be fly like her.

So, one day when I was walking down the block, I decided, who I wanted to be, why I wanted to be her, and what it would look like for me to walk as her.

I first tried to figure out if I had any role models and honestly, while I admire my mama so much now and know that her work drive is what inspired mine, at the time I didn’t have one. That was a big bummer for my young mind, and I figured that if I don’t have a role model I would have to make her up because God knew that there was nobody in the neighborhood that I aspired to grow up into.

My sheroe was and continues to be a type of woman who dresses immaculately, speaks with love, and intently is sunshine in every room she graces.

My first step into how I would become this woman was buying heels, so I at 11 years old bought $10 8” stilletoes from `Plato’s closest, and I would practice walking around the neighborhood (lol must’ve looked a mess) and in my bedroom.

Those weren’t my first heels, my uncle had even built me a little heel shelf when I was about 5 with a bunch of plastic heels in the cubbies, and that’s truly when a “diva” was born.

Still ... I wore my heels every chance I had and at 18 I threw out all my flats besides my gym shoes with the mindset that I would not be caught in anything else outside of heels. That’s how you make your goals work, at least how I do it... I leave myself no other option but to be disciplined. Why give yourself the temptation to break?

Do you have a habit you're tryna break?

Well then, throw away whatever all your flats are.