Over the past few days I’ve heard from many of you who are blind, vision impaired, and sighted and I wanted to take a moment to thank you for your support. It is so gratifying to receive your positive feedback and encouragement on this project that is so very close to my heart.
It’s hard to believe 4 years ago I was on the receiving end of my eye doctor’s “we’re so sorry there’s no more we can do for you…” speech. Self-imposed isolation became my best friend. I did everything within my power to seek a positive resolution on my situation to no avail and was left with fear, anger and self-doubt. Though family and friends did their best to stand by me, they couldn’t comprehend what it was like to no longer see.
Nine years ago is when I began my excursion into vision loss and I never would have imagined that the journey would take me to this place of acceptance and through the process allow me to meet so many amazing people. I’ve always believed that we humans are interconnected but I really didn’t get it until I endured the loss of my vision.
In an earlier post I alluded to how the self-esteem can suffer with the loss of vision in part due to the loss of independence, and the loss of living a life that was once so familiar. Once you connect with people who can understand your plight it’s at that point you are immersed in a new world. A world consisting of white canes, audio books, accessibility software, tactile systems, service animals, and, advocacy to name a few.
The white cane intimidated me. I felt exposed and the subject of unwanted attention but at the same time I deeply needed to find myself once again. One of the reasons why this transition was so difficult was because of the misplaced expectations I put on others.
Prior to the last 4 years I was so confident of my style and I even had dreams of being a model when I was much younger. The model dreams were shattered because at 5 foot 4 inches tall I was too short. This is probably one of the reasons why I always preferred heels and therefore had myself believing I was much taller than I was.
So it was with a heavy heart that I made the smart decision to donate my heels and opt for more reasonable ones for my personal safety. I used to think that heels lower than 3 inches was for lack of a better word blasé but I have never been so glad to be wrong.
Buffet of Shoes
Smorgasborg is the word that pops to mind when I think of shoes and I get so inspired when adding a new pair to my collection. There are just so very many different types, shapes, materials, colors, heels, textures and embellishments to choose from, that it’s mind boggling. And the pièce de résistance is I don’t have to sacrifice my femininity in wearing lower heeled shoes, quite the opposite as I’ve collected a few that are quite sexy.
My shoe preference, with the exception of a couple of pairs of wedges, has always been the pointed toe. So I thought I’d begin this series on some of my favorites and in later articles I’ll talk about how I build an outfit around them.
Kitten heels, sounds so innocent and cute but make no mistake these type heels ranging from 1 to 2 inches in height can be the cat’s meow.
d’Orsays are synonymous with sexy. With the sides are cut away leaving the toe and heel you can’t help but feel like a siren.
Slingbacks are in my opinion, right up there with d’Orsays. Combined with a kitten heal the strap on these shoes wraps behind the back of the heel or ankle.
Even though I no longer wear the high heels of my youth the feeling I get when putting on the ones I mentioned here today is transformative. So take heart and know that if you too choose to go with lower heeled options you can still get that umph feeling that only a new pair of shoes can provide.
Have a wonderful weekend!
“A single day in my own shoe that is comfortable for me is better than 365 days in someone else’s shoes that does not fit me at all.” ~Israelmore Ayivor