I like wearing heels, but they don’t like me. Yes, I’m clumsy and fall on occasion, but I also have a messed up ankle (no insurance when I badly sprained it 8 yrs ago, enough said) and, more often than not, it throbs unbearably while I’m wearing them and the day after. Yet, I continue to wear heels because they look good. My logic is clearly skewed.
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