Melinda Gordon liked to wear skirts.
It was a simple fact. It gave her a certain femininity, which was ideal considering she wasn't very feminine otherwise. She recalled a week in high school when she had worn nothing but jeans, and the speculation surrounding it. Her friends had asked her if she had done anything from cut herself shaving to burning her legs. When she wore skirts, it reminded her to sit with her legs closed, they reminded her that she was a woman, and being reminded of that fact gave her an air of confidence.
High heels, however, she loathed.
They were painful, and she had to walk on her tip-toes for hours after wearing them all day. She had broken the heels of at least seven shoes the first year she wore them. It wouldn't have been a problem, had she not been so "vertically challenged." She couldn't deny that they did contribute to her femininity, but so would a couple extra bracelets. Every chance she got, she would wear her favorite pair of tennis shoes. They were comfy, that was all that mattered.
Those were the things Melinda could count on:
Skirts, and high heels.