Before I stopped going to doctors because I realized they couldn't help me anyway, I would usually sort of dress up to appointments since I never got out of the house much otherwise. My psychiatrist started commenting on my heels once, and it made me uncomfortable. I can't really say why. I just kind of felt like, "Why the hell are you paying attention to my shoes?" He said something like it must take a lot of coordination to walk in them, and I murmured something about having to get used to them when you're as short as I am.