They hurt so bad but feel so good.
Why is it that the one's we love hurt us so badly?
Although I do have to say that this movement toward platform heels is maaaahhhvelous. You can get height without walking on tiptoes like a ballerina. Its terrific. And they look amazing.
Sling-backs, peep-toes, open-toe, closed-toe, pumps, ankle boots, thigh boots they are all splendiforous.
Wedges, chunky heel, ice-pick heel, leather, cork, plastic, cloth, suede, rope, jute, wood, vinyl, shiny sparkly, matte, with bows, ruffles, butterflies, dragonflies, hello kitty, anything and everything I just love heels!
I always feel sexier in heels. I notice a little strut in my walk and a little sway to my step when I wear heels. Even in jeans and a tee I think women look a little hotter, a little leaner, a little longer. I feel a little like a movie star or a rock star depending on the type of heel and what else I'm wearing.
Ah, heels. Brown, black, pink, red all colors of the rainbow I love heels.
I remember as a child, clomping around in my mom's heels pretending to be all grown up or wearing my clear lucite Barbie heels. Now I'm all grown up and wearing my own heels with memories of my own daughter clomping around in my heels or her own Barbie heels.
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