I scan my shoes.
Nude pumps: traditional.
Red flats: cute and practical.
Yellow heels: flashy.
Black Toms: comfy and philanthropic.
I’ll be speaking to ministry types. And I wonder… do my male colleagues spend this much time getting dressed? Debating how their shoes will impact their credibility? How their appearance will affect others’ attention? Why is there no way to be an “unmarked” woman? Especially in ministry, where being a woman alone sets me apart.
Silencing my questions, I stride away, my feet a blur of neon yellow.