Heels Aren’t My Thing
I think I have mentioned here before how I loathe wearing heels. Of any kind. Stilettos, kitten heels, platforms, wedges, platforms, pencil-thin heels and block heels. Last time I went out with my black boots (which has a small platform), my legs and feet were aching by the time we went home. So I’m selling it. And buying a new one. This time I’ll make sure it’s flat. I bought the boots online and on picture, it seemed flat, so I was swayed into buying it. Turns out it wasn’t, so we’re saying goodbye to each other after only a single use.
I love seeing women in heels. I envy them, even. It seems to put an extra sexy to their walk when they’re in heels. But I guess I’ll just be contented in seeing heels worn by others. I am a flats and jeans kind of girl, and that’s how I’m staying for the rest of my life. I love my feet too much to put them into any kind of suffering again for the sake of looking chic or sexy.



