“I hate the idea of natural. For example, I prefer gardens to wild nature. I like to see the human touch. High heels are a complete invention – an extravagance. They’re far from natural, but it’s the impracticality that I adore. I prefer the useless to the useful, the sophisticated to the natural.”
No one will deny there are many drawbacks of growing older; weight gain, adverse effects of gravity, responsibilities, bills, bills, and more bills. The list could go on forever. But my ever-increasing age has recently brought forth the most heinous development. It’s so terrible, I have yet to utter it aloud until now. So here it goes…. I can no longer wear heels!!! *sobs uncontrollably*
For my whole adult life sky-high heels have been a staple in my wardrobe. Dare I say, my shoe game was on point! Despite being 5’10″ barefoot, I would always slide my feet in some fierce 3.5″-5″ heels and step out on the town like I was queen of the Amazons! I amassed a shoe collection that many women would envy, consisting of well over 100 pairs of beautiful, stylish, mile-high heels. Each one special and unique in its own way. I took pride in my collection. I doted over them, loved them, cared for them, and spent time and money arranging them in the most meticulous way, each in a clear plastic shoebox with their own personal portrait on the front.