my ruby red slippers

Every girl needs a pair of bold heels.

The kind that screams “make way for the queen!”

That shoots your confidence to the sky and shatters it to pieces.

A pair, equivalent to cojones.

These are mine. I call them my ruby red slippers, not because I feel like Dorothy in them. But because when I turn to see how far I’ve traversed and the trail that I’ve blazed, I see rubies instead of ashes.

Welcome to 2012.