"What makes you the woman you are today?"She walked with confidence through the sea of men who had their eyes trained on her. Her eyes showed no intimidation. Her smile was relaxed. Her walk was strong. Her breathing was labored.
Her brain on the other hand, was another story. For a young, healthy woman such as her, no one would guess that she was more than just a pretty face. She had a history of blood clot removals from her brain. If she trusted you enough, she'd part her hair just enough to show you where the scar ran deep in her skull. But on her usual days, she'd cover it up with her heavy mass of brown locks.
Now she stood in her black stilettos. All eyes were still on her. I don't think anyone in the room would mind if she hadn't spoken, they would just be content with admiring her head-to-toe beauty. But she began to speak...
"I am the woman I am today because I believed in God; because I believed in salvation; because I believed in redemption; because I believed in me."
She... she was a woman in stilettos. So, next time you see a woman in stilettos, don't be too quick to judge. She could just be holding her head up high, like the rest of us women out there. And maybe, just maybe, the stilettos she's wearing gives her the confidence she needs to conquer the world.
Stiletto Tuesday, here I come!;)
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