A secret blog containing the ramblings of a secret someone...
I hate high heels.
But, they make me look good, I think.
I know why people wear them.
I love wearing my long wool jacket and heels. I feel sophisticated and even (I can't believe I'm saying this in public),
sexy.
But, they just hurt too damn much.
And, sexy might not be worth all that pain.
But, more than the pain, high heels symbolize something. Something more than me. Accessories have meaning, more than just being. And, that, more than anything, is why I don't think I can really wear heels. They're just not me. I don't embody the
high heel image. Though I try to pull it off every once in a while.