Why I Wear Heels Even Though I Can't Walk

  I've been asked by friends, past boyfriends, etc, why in the Hell I wear heels and am generally obsessed with them (round-toe, stacked heels to be exact) even though they rest of my foot plate all day. So...since I get asked this question so much, I mine as well blog about, yeah? It's my public service duty to share my seemingly bizarre taste for the world to understand, I figure.

It's not that complicated really. It's a combination of my love of fashion, cute adorable no-nothings, and the natural desire of females all over the world to look as hot and sexy as possible. Heels meet my needs to put it simply. When I broke my neck at the fragile age of 14 and suffered four years of subsequent depression, heels and clothes helped me find my Ego once again. I realize this sounds petty and you might even be thinking my injury should have taught me beauty-related materialistic things don't matter in the big picture, but I'm no dummy. Looking good matters. When we like how we look, we feel better about everything in life. It's a proven fact.

You should see my walk-in closet. I have an entire shelf full of heels, all organized so I can see my array of lovlies everytime I roll on in. They make me happy. They're cute like pink frosted cupcakes. My favorite brand is Steve Madden, but a decent knock-off will suffice. When I put on a killer outfit, paired with a gorgeous pair of heels (with my legs crossed of course; a must when sitting down all day...just be sure to uncross your legs every hour or so to avoid skin problemos), I feel like singing.

And sometimes I even will! Madonna or Prince are my usual choices. Aaaah....heels. I love thee so. You makes me feel purdy! w00t!