Many of the things I'm trying to accomplish within this blog have to do with improving my health or overall wellbeing.

Well, this one is has a pretty good chance of the leaving me with the opposite - a bad back, shoddy joints or a hip that needs replacing.

But a girl needs her high heels, so doctors with their x-rays and diagrams can f*ck right off.

I love wearing stilettos, any occasion will do - and the more fierce, the better. 

They make me feel tall, feminine, and they're a perfect accompaniment to a kick ass outfit.

But lately, I haven't been wearing my heels so much. I've come over all practical, with three new pairs of wedges in quick succession, and the dusting off of my flip flops and flats.

I'm getting lazy, and we'll have none of that around here. 

Stop Being Crap: Never underestimate the power of a pair of heels

The moment I wore my very first pair of heels, I entered womanhood.

Ok, maybe not right away - I looked like a newborn giraffe, but once I found my feet (literally), a diva was born.

I loved the way it felt to wear high heels, and I insisted on wearing them at any possible opportunity. So I did. 

Yes, I know, shut up, I'm slow, but I need to watch where I'm going or I'll break my ankle. Gees.

But I've been very disappointed with myself of late. I've lost my heel mojo for the sake of practicality. My stilettos are languishing in the depths of my wardrobe, and it's a crime against humanity to have them hidden away.

So, I've decided I'm going to get them out, remember why I feel in love with them in the first place, and get back to my days of blisters, numb toes and burning calves. No pain, no gain.

Do you think Beyonce wears flats? No. No she does not. No she does not, my friend.

Get out your heels, and get your diva on!