Call me materialistic, superficial, whatever… I just really want to be able to wear high heels! Don’t get me wrong, I am capable of wearing them, just not for longer than around 3 hours (more if it’s a boozy night on the town) without becoming a whinging, limping mess. I’ve set myself the challenge to train my feet to endure long periods in heels, not every day but occasionally, and especially when having an evening out. I own so many pairs of heels and yet I hardly ever wear them!
I’d love to be able to wear heels casually and it not be a big deal, and not have to feel self-conscious that I’m super over-dressed. I’m pretty tall already (170cm) and quite lanky, so wearing heels can make me feel like I’m towering over all my friends. I recently bought a pair of little black wedge pumps and a pair of chunky-heel boots, and I’m trying to slowly start wearing them at work, one 3 hour shift at a time. Working in a store in one of the fancier parts of town, I see women every day coming in with BEAUTIFUL outfits and precariously high heels. Although now that I think about it, they probably spend most of their day behind a desk not wearing shoes anyway …
It’s pretty interesting what different cultures aspire to look like, though. If we lived in certain African tribes I’d have wire rings around my throat to elongate my neck. Chinese women used to bind their feet, even breaking and re-breaking the bones in order to crush them into a shape that would look dainty in their fancy slippers. I guess, even today we have women that starve themselves and undergo plastic surgery in order to achieve this idea of beauty.
There’s always a deeper cause for wanting something, and although I could take the stance that “I only want to wear these shoes because this CAPITALIST SOCIETY and the evil ADVERTISING AND MEDIA INDUSTRIES want me to”, in this case I think I’d rather just enjoy my pretty shoes.
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