“Take those heels off, you’re tall enough” is a phrase that I hear regularly when I choose to put on a nice pair of heels. As someone who is just about six foot, this can get on my nerves.

I like wearing heels, not because they make me taller, which everyone seems to assume is their sole purpose, but because they’re a good kind of shoe.

When I go to work, it’s nice to take off my muddy doc martens, or not-so-white converse, and put on a different pair of shoes. There’s something so pure about the sound of a heel clicking on a tiled flor, the feeling of power that comes just from wearing these shoes.

As a child, I don’t think any girl out there would reminisce about the first time they tried on their mum’s pair of flats. I used to love tottering round in those fluorescent, plastic pink heels from Argos when I was younger, pretending I was already grown up.

That’s the thing, heeled shoes are pretty. There’s so many styles (and no, they don’t all have to make you cry in pain at the end of a night). I love wondering around the shoe sections in big department stores, eyeing up which piece of footwear is going to see me through the next six months.

I wouldn’t wear anything outrageously comfortable either, my low pain threshold couldn’t take it.

What frustrates me is not the presupposed pain, but how people interpret the meaning behind me wearing heels. The assumption that a shoe designed to elongate a woman is not appropriate for someone who was born tall.

Personally, I really don’t see why I should be deprived the variety of shoe choice that wearing heels offers. It makes me feel so sad when I talk to other vertically proud women who feel embarrassed about their height and think that exacerbating that with heels is ridiculous.

The other side of this is the shorter people, who claim that I don’t ‘need’ to be any taller, that I’m big enough. This is something that really challenges me, because I don’t think a choice in footwear should be dictated by your height.

Could you imagine if I shouted across the office at someone shorter than me, demanding that they should be wearing heels because their height falls below average? I think not, but the sentiment of that scene is something that tall people have to put up with on a regular basis.

Worse for me is the feminist card. I have been told that I’m undoing the hard work of the suffragettes, who fought for equality, by wearing the shoe that is expected of women, especially in the workplace.

To them I say the whole importance of equality is being able to choose. Everyone who wears a dress over trousers is by that standard, undoing the work that has gone before. It’s downright ridiculous that people take so much significance from what is fundamentally a £20 pair of shoes from Primark.

When it comes to the majesty, history of heels, I am pretty confident in saying that I’ll continue to strut my stuff in them and to anyone who disagrees, I hope you can at least appreciate the style, I mean point, I’m trying to make.