comfort, fashion

Relationship with your heels

The delicious morning brunch smell!!

If you’re anything like me and the remaining seven billion people on earth, I am certain you love weekends. Because let’s be honest – Who doesn’t?

Let me tell you what I love about weekends- I love that I get to sit down and eat my breakfast on an actual plate (and not Ziploc bags or in office coffee mugs), I get to pop down and actually buy fresh produce for my avo-toast-hipster life.

But most of all I absolutely love that I get to rock my Birks EVERYWHERE.
No, really, everywhere- from coffee shops to wet markets to happy hour+ dinners.

Some of you, like my mother, might abhor Birks and consider them to be the worst of foot-fashion world. To you, I say – don’t hate till you step in it. They are comfortable but not overtly soft so you feel like your feet are in a quicksand made of pillows (however, now that I write this, it does sound comfier), and most importantly- THEY HAVE ARCH SUPPORTS. For me that’s very essential to my ‘old-man-like feet’. All in all I think they’re the most comfortable part of my weekends.

At this point, I’d like to tell you that this blog, as the title suggest is not about my comfy Birks rather it’s about my personal collection of stiletto heels. And why if I was ever ‘Marie-Kondo-ing’ my home, I’d never throw them away. NEVER!

Let’s explore why we wear heels (some might even call them medieval torture tools) and what it makes us feel.

The first pair of stilettoes I ever bought was for a job interview way back when I was in university and did not have to pay rent. I still own them. I still wear them. Everything about that pair feels the same- except that I can now actually walk in them without tripping and falling flat on my face and bruising my already tiny nose.  

But I digress.

What I was trying to get at was that a few years back when I bought them, they bruised my feet, I duck-waddled (it’s what you would refer to if you saw me walk with heels back then) in public and might I reiterate I have fallen many a times.

Having said that, there is a very interesting reason I kept them, and actually got more of them over the years.

The few precious moments when I could actually move around, walk in them- they made me feel immeasurably powerful. The tick-tock, the sway you generally get by walking on your toes with limited support, the slower pace (when compared to the bustling city of Hong Kong) all of these made me feel like they gave me a sense of superior, sense of accomplishment and of course it didn’t hurt that I could tower over people and/or meet some people at their eye level.

For those feel-good-feelings I’d happily tolerate few bruised feet any day. Now you might think I am starting to sound a bit shallow but bear with me a bit. Allow me to provide you with more context.

I am twenty-three years, seven months and ten days old and it’s safe to say that I have accomplished absolutely nothing, at least nothing in the real sense of the world. Every day I wake up go to work to try and learn something new and learn to consistently do good. I work in an industry/job field which I never studied for (I went to uni and have a degree in something completely unrelated to my job) and I live by myself in a city four thousand kilometers away from familial support and familiarity.

Don’t get me wrong, those are choices I made and am happy with. However that doesn’t negate the constant haze of unknown, a tad bit of insecurity  and sometimes a feeling of being lost that lingers. On a daily basis it’s just something that myself and many others in their twenties learn to live with and often times this is something that drives us to do better. So it’s something that you’re supposed to feel, just like you’re supposed to feel angst in your teens.

So while I love me my Birks, wearing and straddling around in those pointy-things makes me feel not so lost (even when I AM lost), they provide me with a sense of control and power and often times you’ll see me in one of them for a big meeting or a new introduction or at an event.

Those are just few of my thoughts on why I willingly torture my walking limbs.

Leave your experience and comments down below, I bet your relationship with your coveted heels are just as interesting.

Can’t wait to read more!!

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What is it about that damn New Year’s eve?

Hi there- it’s been a month into 2019 and I am not here to shame you into falling into the ‘New Year, New Me’ regime- with the gym memberships, the green smoothies, the reusable cups, the donation bags of old (but so damn soft!) clothes and possibly a cool new haircut.

I am here to check in and ask you – how have you done?

I hope you are feeling accomplished in all the ways you tried and succeeded and if not- you tried. Personally, I took upon myself to do a ‘control experiment’ challenge on myself. Excuse the science-nerd-ness, after all I did dedicate 10 years of my life to science, it tends to stay behind.

It all started sometime around October 2018 and honestly built up till the moment I was sitting in my room on New Year’s Eve with Netflix wine and friends all around and talking about 2019. What is it about that damn NYE that makes you feel all kinds of warrior-hero-who-can-do-anything-they-set-their-mind-to? I am not a warrior hero, I repress my emotions and stress and release them with moderate levels of athletic performance twice a week at my gym and then come home and once a week cry my eyeballs out to episodes of This Is Us (god is it difficult to be emotionally balanced when the show takes off the screens!). All in all not a warrior, not a wonder woman, just a twenty-three year old living in an exorbitant city who likes quesadillas more than she likes humans.

Now having read this till here, you must have realized how much I LOVE FOOD. And yet I wanted to willingly do this experiment on myself.

So getting back to my control experiment- I decided to scientifically implement everyone’s (mostly my mother’s) “suggestions” and “advice” on my health and fitness to the test. I decided to limit 50g of carbohydrates per week (excluding those naturally in vegetables and grains) and cut out alcohol and workout at least 3 times a week (which would include weight and HIIT training).

I ordered active wear over the holidays and decided on being very strict with myself and honestly assess my relationship with alcohol. Now the thing is, this is hard to explain because most of the time people don’t understand why this is an experiment and not a challenge.

The reason is, this is not something I am doing to just complete it. I am doing this with two possible outcomes in my mind. One, I would come out of it ripped and skinny. Second, I would feel fitter and look almost the same. Honestly, we all know scenario one was never going to happen. But did you know that scenario two would have different multitudes to it? Nah, me either.

So all in all it’s been 28 days and I have done alright. Do I feel stronger (both emotionally and physically?) yes, do I look like a different human- absolutely no! Am I going to incorporate this into my life? Yes- parts of it at least.

So now after 28 days of handling myself better, I wanted to know why I endeavored to do this in the first place. I think it has to do with accomplishment, the sense of achievement and honestly feeling of being in control. Even if the control is just for a month.  

All in all- whatever you did do, or didn’t I hope you have had a good first month of 2019.

How did you guys do? I’d love to know your guys’ thoughts on this- comment below and let’s have a chat 🙂

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What is it about that damn New Year’s eve?

Hey guys,
End of January is HERE!!!
How are we feeling about ourselves?
Comment on my blog and share your experiences

Love,
Trisha

Anxious and most likely caffeinated

Hi there- it’s been a month into 2019 and I am not here to shame you into falling into the ‘New Year, New Me’ regime- with the gym memberships, the green smoothies, the reusable cups, the donation bags of old (but so damn soft!) clothes and possibly a cool new haircut.

I am here to check in and ask you – how have you done?

I hope you are feeling accomplished in all the ways you tried and succeeded and if not- you tried. Personally, I took upon myself to do a ‘control experiment’ challenge on myself. Excuse the science-nerd-ness, after all I did dedicate 10 years of my life to science, it tends to stay behind.

It all started sometime around October 2018 and honestly built up till the moment I was sitting in my room on New Year’s Eve with Netflix wine and friends all around and talking…

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