The Price of Beauty

A few weeks ago, I was so honored as to be a bridesmaid in my uncle's wedding.  The entire occasion was splendid, save a single flaw.  Said flaw was best vocalized by my fellow bridesmaid when she uttered the pervading sentiment of the attending females:  "Whoever invented high heels should be shot."  While I acknowledge the possibility that this is a somewhat violent inclination, I think she made a valid point.

Although heels have historically practical purposes (used originally to prevent horse riders feet from slipping through the stirrups), they have evolved into exactly the opposite.  The term "walking shoes" illustrates just how impractical heels have become.  I find that term to be completely ironic - unless, of course, there's some purpose for shoes that I'm utterly unaware of.  In any case, I have to admire the skill of those who possess the ability to walk in heels.  From the girls who make it across campus in stilettos to the runway models who not only walk but convey such attitude while balancing at precarious height supported only by toothpicks, I am in awe.  I am also in awe of the angry scars on the otherwise delicate feet of my best friend after years of sporting such heels.  "Why do you wear those? " I ask her again and again.  She never truly answers; rhetorical questions aren't for answering. We both know she's sacrificed her feet on the altar of beauty.