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High Heels and the Aging Process

Friday March 28, 2008 

High heels were considered sexy and grownup when I was an up and coming teenager.

I was almost thirteen years old before I was able to wear my first pair of heels. They were imported directly from my sisters hand-me-down closet.
I was only allowed to wear heels to church. Not that I minded one bit. I could not walk two steps in them anywhere else. At least at church, I could sit down and not be noticed.

I finally mastered the art of walking in high heels when I began to date. Men loved the tall alluring look. That helped me a lot because I was only 5′1 tall.

My college boyfriend gave me my first pair of high heeled boots. He loved to see me walking in high heels whenever we were on a date. However, he went a little overboard by purchasing me a pair of boots that were at least five inches high.

I tried to walk in those boots, just to  please him.  It was literally impossible to remain sexy and glamorus without falling down or leaning on something or someone while trying to walk at least two blocks to the movies.

I found out later, that a prostitute had selected those shoes for him and suggested that he give them to his girlfriend. Don’t ask questions!

Now, I have digressed back to only being able to walk two steps in the heels. Age and beauty are not mixing here!

A couple of weeks ago, I wore a pair of Susan Lucci pumps to church. They were beautiful stillettos with beige designs. They matched my off white, two piece suit beautifully.  It is sad to say that I walked in looking great,and walked out looking like a broken old woman. I had to carry my shoes in my hands while I limped to my car. At that time, I wanted to take those Susan Lucci’s and throw them in the woods, jump up and down, and scream, “Free at last! Free at last! I am so glad that I am free at last!”

Today, I see five and six year old girls wearing high heels, and walking in them like a professional. I wonder how this will effect them whenever they become an old timer like me. Will their backs ache? Will they have icky green veins running up thier long, slender legs like Spiderman?

I have finally come to this conclusion; high heels are for the young and the hookers.

I don’t fit in either category. So, I guess you can understand why I wear a sensible Nine West and leave the stillettos alone.

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