These boots weren’t made for walking.
They were made for strutting. For dancing. For twirling. For tapping my toe to the beat of my own drum. They were made for kicking butt and taking names. These boots were made for standing tall.
In these boots, I can do anything. I can do everything. You name it, these boots have got it covered. These boots conquer. These boots produce. These boots get results and they get answers. These boots have magic powers held tightly by their buckles. My eyes sparkle. My mind is clear. I am the prettiest woman on the planet when I’m wearing these boots.
Everything I thought I wasn’t I am when in these boots. These boots complete me. They balance me. They make me more and they make me less. Looking graceful and powerful at the same time. Delicate and strong. Giving and kind and taking what’s mine.
These are my power boots. Power to move, power to breathe, power to be.
These boots turn heads; mine included. I can’t stop staring at these boots. I cannot be taken advantage of when wearing these boots. I cannot care more and yet I could care less when I’m wearing these boots.
These are just boots.
I was made for strutting. For dancing. For twirling.
I have my own drum and it’s mine to rat-a-tat to.
I was made for kicking butt , taking names and standing tall.
I can do anything. In my bare feet.
I can do everything. In my classic converse.
I’ve got it all covered no matter the color, sheen, or style of footwear.
Flip flops, basic flats, stilettos, slippers and running shoes. It matters not.
I conquer. I produce. I get results and I get answers.
The magic powers are found in the depth of my soul, causing my eyes to sparkle, my mind to clear.
I am the prettiest woman on the planet; always.
Everything I doubt I can be, I am. I am whole as I am. I am complete. I am balanced. I am enough. I know what it takes to be a giver and taker. And that’s more than okay.
I am powerful and strong. I know the ways. I turn heads, mine included; surprising myself with all that I am. I cannot be taken advantage of, I cannot care more, I cannot care less. I am me, always. I am me, and I love me, and I choose to continue to be me. And I choose to wear the boots.
I love your writing.
this is amazing. i am bookmarking so i can copy it down and hang it over my desk
I ♥ You.
I absolutely love this. What an awesome way to end my work day
I want this set to music, post haste.
You seriously have such a powerful way with words. I love love love this post!! It made me feel like I could go out and conquer the world.
You seriously have such a powerful way with words. I love love love this post!! It made me feel like I could go out and conquer the world.
what a cute post! love ittt!!
I think I need this post to by my mantra
Excellent post!!! Love you (and the boots..but mainly you)!
I love this part ” I turn heads, mine included” <3 <3
I loved this so much I just made my mom read it. Such a great piece. It should be framed!
Um. I love you. So much. AND. Those boots are bitchin’. It had to be said.
Whoooo!!!
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