The back of my foot is ripped to shreds. My toes are red and squished. I have a large blister on the sole of my foot, yet I love my new shoes. They are a black patent leather, have a sizable heel and look great with my black dress, or really anything. The fact that they are slowly killing me is insignificant.
They make me walk with confidence, my back straight and head tall. They make me wittier, sharper and smarter when I wear them. To put it mildly, they are cool.
So, so what if I can’t walk the next day.
So what if I need to soak my feet for hour in Epsom salt to relieve the pain of wearing them.
So what if Johnson & Johnson band-aid stock goes up after every time I wear them.
My grandmother is Hungarian and she taught me well, “For beauty we suffer” and suffer I do.
Trust me, it’s worth it.
