This is for the man who asked me why I wear heels if I’m already so tall. And for the date, for the date who asked me to change my shoes because my height was making him uncomfortable. And for the idiot who asked how tall I was, then proceeded to explain that it was only okay that I were taller than him now because he’d be taller than me when bent me over.

Men. Since you had your turn with your questions, I have a few questions of my own, if that’s okay. Why y’all don’t believe in pedicures? Why y’all don’t use punctuation in your text messages? Who told you that standing next to a tall woman would make your dick shrink?

Don’t come for me. Don’t, don’t come for me. I hurt feelings. Where are the grown ass men, the men who won’t piss in their pants at the sight of five-inch heels, the men who will crawl up a woman to get where the getting is good?

I wear heels, I wear heels because I’m grown. Period. No ifs, ands, or buts. No questions, comments, or concerns; but if you must know, I wear heels because I’m fly, because I be, I be, I be scoping the crowd like a lighthouse. And when I’m grounded, when I’m grounded, I’m stepping on motherfuckers I can’t see.

I wear heels. I wear heels because it’s useless to cater to the insecure. You think, you think people won’t notice you? You should shine brighter. You, you, you should get more special. You should, you should love yourself enough to not let a woman in heels emasculate you. Brother, brother, get your life.

Dig your manhood out your guts. Go back to the day you buried it alive, a premature time capsule because someone told you, you can never reach the stars this way. You can reach the stars this way. I know, because those same people told me big girls don’t walk as pretty, don’t glide as easy, ain’t feminine enough, can’t be tamed, or housebroken.

They said women like children should be seen, not looked up to. They said, “Do everything you can to make yourself smaller.” Well, I’ve done everything I can to make myself smaller, but, but, but listen. Shrinking don’t come easy to us giants, right?

You can’t teach height. You can’t teach height, boo. It’s a gift given only to those worthy of living above the average, we, who can love ourselves enough to not let a man with issues validate us. I’ll be big for a reason. I’ll be sized to be seen. I am a prize. My heels are my pedestal; and you, baby, you just lost.