Last Friday night, I was getting ready to go to dinner with my mom. Since my skinny jeans currently button without cutting off circulation and don’t make my thighs look like overstuffed sausages, I decided this was the perfect time to wear them. The only problem with the skinny jeans is that they are excessively long, which means I have to wear very tall heels with them. We’re not talking stilettos, but a solid three inch heal is required for these jeans. Even though I am a total shoe whore and love the ideal of heels, I am a flats girl at heart because lets face it, most heels hurt!
As I perused my closets full of shoes, I was debating which heels were the perfect ones for the occasion. Yes, you read that right, closets full. Technically only one is a closet, with multiple layers of shoes stacked upon each other due to lack of space. I also store shoes under my bed and in a file cabinet drawer at work. Anyway, I was perusing the piles of shoes, trying to decide which ones were perfect for a Friday night dinner. One of the red pairs? What about the teal patent leather? Or the classic black pointy toed pumps? And then my eyes caught them. The three inch black patent leather sling backs. Perfect.
Well, almost perfect. Since they’re taller than I am normally comfortable in, I hesitated to wear them for an evening out. Luckily I was taught at an early age that it takes pain to be beautiful. And I remembered that since I would be sitting most of the evening through dinner, I would really only have to stand in them for a short period of time. I can walk in the tall shoes, but having to stand around in them all night? I don’t how those girls from Sex and the City did it. I once walked home from a party barefoot because my feet hurt so badly from my heels. In January.
There was a brief period of time where I wondered if I was the only crazy girl who did this kind of thing. Buy really cute, but uncomfortable shoes, and then wear them based on whether or not she’d actually have to place any weight on her feet while the shoes were on. The thought flittered out of my mind over the excitement of my skinny jeans buttoning easily and I went to dinner in the patent leather sling backs.
The next day I was reading a book and my question from the previous evening came back to me. There was a scene in the book where the main girl was going through her closet, making the obligatory “to get rid of” pile so that the closet doors could actually shut. Her friend noticed a super cute pair of shoes in the discard pile, and inquired as to why on earth anyone would get rid of such a cute pair of shoes. The answer was obviously because despite their cuteness, they hurt like hell. Fast forward a few paragraphs, and the shoes were moved to the keep pile, since the main character figured she could wear the shoes on a night when she would mostly be sitting down. Since I had picked shoes the previous night partly based on the fact that I would be sitting most of the evening, I had a good chuckle over this. Clearly, I’m not the only crazy one!
It’s no wonder that guys don’t understand a girl’s obsession with shoes. For them, they just need a couple pairs of practical and comfortable shoes. Girl shoes go way beyond practical and comfortable. Starting at a young age, we’re trained on fairy tales to fit your fat foot in the glass slipper. Glass slippers could not have been comfortable, yet Cinderella danced for an evening in them regardless. Why? Because they completed the outfit. Obviously Disney didn’t want to come right out and say it takes pain to be beautiful, but come on, they put the girl in glass freaking high heels.
The relationship between a girl and her shoes is not meant to be logical or pain free. Cute shoes and looking fabulous comes at a price. But every once in a while it’s nice when the price includes a chair.
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