If the shoe fits...

When you get a new pair of shoes, it's almost certain to hurt your feet in ways unimaginable to most (of the male species). They will never understand why girls have to wear shoes that don't fit well.

(I remember a guy friend once commenting on the then-trendy pointy heels, "How can they be comfortable? They're not even the shape of your feet! It's like you have to squeeze your poor feet into them!")

Self-torture then, I guess. Self-torture in exchange for looking good. And I, I have to admit I'm quite the advocate of self-torture-for-pleasure-or-looking-good. Which is unfortunate. Because that month-old pair of Nine Wests just refuses to be anymore comfortable; despite wearing it every so often, it still bites my last toes. The result? A persistent blister. But I refuse to stop wearing them. Because I am like that - I find that I like to contort myself and force myself into positions that may be uncomfortable and eventually destructive.


...then I'll wear it.