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I have to admit -
I have always been a sucker for extremely high heeled shoes.
At one point, I used to blame my genes for not being blessed with stems that were 4 inches longer but once I realized growing (especially only on my legs) were no longer an option, I learned to thank God for at least allowing me to be a woman who can socially get away with wearing high heels laced with a giddy laugh for those awkward times when I lacked balance.
Nobody in their right mind would believe (even just by looking at these) that this type of shoe would have anything to do with comfort but I rationalized,
"Hey - it's sexy AND cheap. Plus, you only live once."
So I decided to fully equip myself with all kinds of comfy insoles (Dr. Scholl's, Foot Petals - you name it) before I took them for a spin.
As the infamous Sally Bowles once sang, "You'll never turn a vinegar to jam, Mein Herr" neither will this torture device ever transform itself into Aerosoles.
I have finally accepted that my little stilettos are going to be one of those "cute little things" I am going to enjoy showcasing as long as I am sitting down 99.999% of the time. However, if you just happen to be one of those brave masochists with a pair of bionic feet that has no nerve endings, knock yourself out.
The tragic fact is, even if you don't, I guarantee - the pain will.