High heels rank among the finest objects on Earth, period. As soon as I rocked (literally, before falling over … a few times … well, a few dozen, but who’s counting?) my first pair of kitten heels, I was hooked. Now, my shoe wardrobe overfloweth with stilettos, slingbacks, d’Orsays, wedges, platforms and the like. High-heeled shoes are like rabbits. As soon as I turn my back, they multiply. I have nothing to do with it, I swear. It just happens. Sneaky shoes.
Fashionably speaking, high heels have transformative powers. Slip your feet into a pair and your calves tighten, the derrière lifts and your back arches, tossing your chest outward. Total body makeover. Rowwwwr! Ladies, start your engines.
Clearly, wearing high heels can provide an image boost that hordes of women find desirable. For many, those perfect heels seem to shoot bolts of confidence from the feet to the mind. Alas, after a few hours, they morph into bolts of searing pain — the inevitable downside. Curses!
And what can a girl do about this? Cease wearing the glorious, pointy kicks that she cherishes more than almost anything? Nay, my fabulous footwear fashionistas. I have found foot and (to my gleeful surprise) total body salvation through reflexology.
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