High Heels: Not sexy, but painful
© Tony / Fotolia.comPeople talk bad about the hallux valgus. I can understand that, it is not pretty, if one has at some point a crooked big toe and a red bump on the foot. It also hurts. In my case, this has meant that I have been wearing no high heels for a year, which I briefly felt as a terrible loss. But since I decided a few months ago, to become unsexy, I can now say: Thank you, dear Hallux, thank you for freeing me from the daily task of walking with crushed toes on my wedges and looking friendly.
I feel better with my new posture than I expected. If one decides to be a very vain mid-forties to boycott the omnipresent commandment to Sexyness, the next question is: Will I be the only woman from far and wide who really does not look like anything? As for my appearance without paragraphs, the encounter with a smart sex therapist has given me a new perspective. She explained to me that, in her opinion, a woman looks feminine and attractive, especially when her body is relaxed. She is right, visibly strained women, I do not like to be around me. Unfortunately, the body on high heels does not have the pinch of a chance to relax. The calf muscles, buttocks, pelvic floor, back and shoulders - all tight and under tension (logically, that's why we put on the stuff yes). And without a heel: all loose, easy gait, swinging hips, not afraid to contract a fractured femur at the next step ahead of time. Sexy? Bah, no, we do not want that anymore. But in a casual way erotic - I'll talk to me about it.
Women tend to claim that they do not do the whole painful styling spell for anyone other than themselves. No matter whether we stuff our softly weaving connective tissue in skinny jeans or shapewear, buckle foam armor with metal straps around our breasts or clamp just eight inches of heel between our heels and the floor - we find ourselves beautiful, we feel good, does not force us to, what should be? That's why there are so many women who, when they come home after a long day's work, first fling their boots off their feet and their bags into the corner, then sigh to sip a pair of stiff strappy pumps. Also, I certainly believe that high-heeled shoes bring undiluted joy to their manufacturers and interested male passers-by. Unfortunately not me.
Christine Hohwieler
Meanwhile, even without heels, I have the size to admit that I have worn almost exclusively high heels for 30 years, because I found my legs not optimal and only bearable on high heels. Now my shoes are flat, my legs suboptimal, and I think everything is great. Last summer I chose an ankle-length brightly colored dress with a graphic pattern and flat silver sandals to my favorite outfit. Every time I was in the neighborhood, I always felt like an Egyptian princess - a remarkably nice experience for a working mother who has to get something for dinner and a pack of pet litter. I want more of that. More long, narrow dresses and soft pants and colorful colors and great flat boots and more of the feeling of being beautiful, even without bruising. I will have to invest. Staying sexy would be cheap.
