I’m sure that the guy who first thought of high heels hated women so bad. He must have been repressed by his mother or by his girlfriends and he decided to take revenge by repressing our feet in these nasty shoes.
To start with, as you can see above, the shape of our foot has nothing to do with the shape of the shoe. It is like trying to fit a cube into a triangle hole. However since high heels are feminine and chic, we suffer the distortion in order to look cool.
You look cool but you don’t act cool. The tricky part or the real challenge of walking like a lady, has nothing to do with the height of the heel. It has to do with the shape of the shoe. You cannot be in pain and still, be able to walk.
Whenever I wear high heels it feels like an endless torture after the first hour. For one bloody hour probably the poor toes are in shock. They must be thinking This can’t be happening, she is crazy, she will realise the abnormality of the situation and she will set us free again. And they cuddle with each other scared, hoping for the big escape. But no. You keep them battered in there for hours till they faint.
Your brain has no other option but consider them dead and cut down circulation to your toes. This is the part when from unbearable pain you end up feeling nothing at all. However, this is not a normal state of feeling nothing at all as if you wear sneakers. You feel like you have no toes. Something numb and cold down there exists but with no identity anymore.
The toes’ plan worked. You get your shoe off for a while to check if your fellas turned blue and tadaaa they’re out. Once they’re out there is no turning back. They refuse to get back in this prison. The feet are swollen and a size bigger and you cannot fit that cube in this tiny triangle hole anymore.
They won, they took their revenge and you lost. Just like Cinderella, your feet turned into pumpkins and you get back home barefoot and humiliated.
And they lived happily ever after.