High heels are the subject of a love / hate relationship for me. As someone who spends a lot of their life living in the super-comfort of nicely padded trainers, I greatly appreciate being able to last a night out in flats, navigate cobblestones and wear socks. Also luckily for me, I’m not a short-ass.
On the flip side, as someone who is a burlesque and salsa dancer, heels have a great draw. Not only do they change the shape of your leg and the way you move, there are so many out there that are like mini works of art.
Yes yes, repeated wearing can shorten your tendons, give you back problems, sore feet, blisters etc etc and then there’s the whole thing about society insinuating that pain is pleasurable, that they make you more attractive and so on. But even knowing that, it’s hard not to turn all doe-eyed because they’re actually stunning. I now aim for a middle ground where I buy the pretty shoes and then display them like ornaments, wearing them only when I know I won’t need to walk any distance. Besides, I’ve found that heels which are too high for me negatively impact my ability to perform on stage.