There are two types of heels in my book: those that feel like you’re walking on shards of glass and those that feel like you’re walking on shards of glass. Yup, I’ve not met a single heel that doesn’t kill my feet, and anyone who claims otherwise has got to be lying. Can a high heel ever really feel as good, or better, than being barefoot? No.
So why do we women put ourselves through such pain and agony? Is it to impress men? No. It’s purely to show up other women. We wear heels because we feel that it makes us look good compared to other women.
Now, that is not to say that when putting my heels on I am thinking of a specific woman. Not so. I am comparing myself to all women. Facebook friends. Celebrities. Instagram followers. Real and imaginary women. We compare!. And comparing causes us to do crazy things, such as torture our tootsies!
While I normally wear flats or boots, I decided to venture into the high heels today. I’ve been feeling a little inferior height-wise compared to my fifth graders, so that was one more reason to stack on the heels.
A friend once said that “you’ve got to commit to the heels,” meaning that you cannot have that “safety pair” available. You can’t wear the heels for an hour and then suddenly switch to flip flops. If you choose to wear the heels, you go “heels to the wall!” Since then I’ve mentally psyched myself up each morning (when I do decide to don heels) to bypass tossing a pair of “safety shoes” into my car. I commit to the heel!
And on that note, I will not be wearing heels again for a very long time.
Top: local boutique
Bottoms: Walmart skinnies
Jewels: Jane,J Crew Factory, and local boutique
Heels: Nine West