I have been a fan of shoes for as long as I can remember. In fact, I'm pretty sure that I came out of the womb and wondered in baby language where the nurse had gotten those great pumps. There are so many different varieties, and thinking about all of them gives me warm fuzzy feelings inside. Heels, stilettos, flats, flip-flops, sandals, espadrilles...the list goes on. What men see as "the strappy ones" or "the black ones" I see as "last season's midnight Prada stiletto's." However, as I have started working in an office, the clothes I wear (which will get a post devoted to their wonderfulness soon) require that I wear professional shoes. Since I am a mere midget, professional shoes are "anything that makes me taller and not look like a 12 year old." I graze the hallways feeling like a proud and powerful women with grown-up height to match my grown-up job. But I have to admit... at the end of the day... I want to cut off my feet at the ankles. Those beautiful fashion pieces south of my knees have made me ask the question... "What am I doing to myself?"
I have always been a firm believer in fashion over comfort. Who cares how it feels, as long as it looks cute, right? I don't know anymore. I have begin to wonder--- ladies, what are we doing to ourselves? What are we sacrificing in the name of fashion? And, most importantly, is it worth it?
I experimented by bringing in a pair of flip-flops to wear only during my lunch break. At 12 PM I took off the heels, placed them under my desk, and replaced them with flip-flops, bringing me back down to the ground. In that hour, I felt more unprofessional and sloppy than I've ever felt here at work. Those extra three inches closer to the floor had indeed made me feel like a child. At 1 PM sharp, I put my heels back on, and was transformed back into strong, beautiful, fashionable and professional woman. So, is the pain at the end of the day worth it? I believe so.
The weekend, however, is an entirely different story.
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