Oh, You Fancy Huh?

It isn’t even 10 o’clock in the morning and my daughter is wearing heels. It’s a big day for our family. She is going up against Honey Boo Boo in a pageant this afternoon. We are hoping the slutty Marilyn Monroe dress is a hit with the judges. I’m kidding. She got a new Cinderella outfit for her birthday.

She walks better than I do in heels and they are made of plastic. I have always preferred flats. I am also 5’8 1/2 inches tall. As a kid, I hated it. I had a serious growth spurt the summer before 7th grade and have the stretch marks to prove it. I returned from break resembling The Jolly Green Giant. The boys at school still looked like Arnold Jackson. “What’chu talkin ’bout Willis?”

I’m pretty sure my daughter will be tall too. She will be 3 in a few days, but is already wearing a 4T. It took 20-something years, but I am finally comfortable with my height. In fact, I like being taller than some men. I hope my daughter will be this confident her entire life.