Notice the woman in the stilleto. That tall, graceful (slightly teetering creature). That brave, noble woman who allowed herself to be balanced on pointy points, pointy points that Gravity is mean to.
It's a slightly comical picture if you just think about it. A woman balancing herself dangerously on high needle like points. Makes you think half the women you know belong in a circus...for being such freaks, for living on the edge every single day. Just for fashion.
Touching isn't it?
Anyway, let me tell you the story of my beautiful green suede shoes. Ballerinas to be precise...of a beautiful mossy green. With a delicate buckle strap. And a front that is designed specially to squash your toes...so that if they could breathe, they would definitely die.
But could i resist wearing them? Oh no. With a foot swathed in band aids and vaseline...i stuffed my deceptively-tiny-yet-monstrously-over large feet into the ballerinas. I'm hobbling at work now.
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