I love me some big black boots. I mean L.U.V.
Seriously, I have dozens of pairs in various styles and heights. I feel kick ass when I wear my boots. I’m invincible, I’m smarter, I’m taller, I’ve got swagger in my step! Sliding into my boots is like stepping into liquid confidence and standing on sex appeal! Whew, I need a moment….
Boots were the one thing that no matter how much my pants size fluctuated (read: grew), I stayed a constant size in my boots. I could always count on that solid size 9. That is, until the past year or so.
Now my slightly meaty calves have plumped up even more. It’s to the point that I have several boots that I can no longer fit into. (Sniff, sniff to the patent stilettos, rocker chick motos, leather knee-high with buckles.) I think I’ve hit “rock bottom” now—I have had to return not 1 but 2!!! pairs of recently purchased awesome boots because they don’t fit over my gargantuan calves. I vowing to not seek out “wide calf”styles just yet. If it do that I might as well start buying mu-mus and invest in a Rascal, because if this is not motivation for me to drop some “lbs” and move my ass, then nothing is.