Because I’m 5′ 3″, high heels should be my best friend. They give me me height, make my legs look longer and help with my posture.
But sometimes, they are the most awful things in the entire world. Yes, the entire world.
Why shoes? Why do you hate me so much! I help make you look pretty!
I’ve had two events in the last week where I wore high heels, looked smoking hot and then was in total agony by the end of the night. Like, I could barely walk because the pain was so bad.
On Saturday night at the wedding, I had to abandon my Payless shoes because I could barely walk from the high heel-induced pain. Fortunately, we were indoors, the floor was relatively clean and I was wearing tights.
I went from wearing these heels:
To this, and felt immediately better after (plus I couldn’t wait to go dance again):
I’m apparently not one of those women who can breeze down 5th or Michigan Avenues in her Carrie Bradshaw-like heels or stand for hours on end looking pain-free and fabulous.
I have some heels that I know aren’t “going out” practical, but they sure look good while I sit at my desk :) Actually, I have several pairs of those.
Despite this agony, I won’t stop wearing heels, but rather, will maybe invest in these cute Foot Petal pads that my stepmom told me about, or embrace my “Mr. Rogers-like” practice of wearing sneakers while walking outside and then changing into other shoes for the main event.
A message to all high heels, I love you, but like the b*tch you are, you hurt me too.
Am I the only one who has a love/hate relationship with high heels? They do look so good on the rack but can be painful after about 15 minutes of standing.
