Fall From Grace

Okay, here goes. I am officially going to cease wearing high heeled shoes – forever. It has now been ordained, and we can all get on with our lives, striding forward in sensible footwear with inbuilt arch support and grippy soles that don’t shorten your tendons. Glamour might be a thing of the past, but we go onwards without it, strong and determined.


Who am I kidding? I can’t do this, even if it is on the recommendation of multiple podiatrists around Cheltenham. Perhaps I can get another opinion elsewhere; foot specialists in the CBD might be sympathetic to my cause. But in my heart, I know that it’s unlikely, as it seems to be established within the podiatric community that wearing stilettos on a daily basis is bad for your feet, especially if you do it for years on end.


Apparently, prevention is the best treatment for Achilles tendinitis, but as it’s a bit late for that, support straps and adult orthotics are the answer. Needless to say, these don’t exactly go with Manolos, but then neither does a hobbling gait and wincing expression. It’s a bit of a catch-22, as they say. I mean, I don’t know that it’s actually that, but basically there’s no clear way forward that enables me to wear heels with style.


On balance, I guess I have to stop wearing them. If wearing heels means doing so with a limp, it defeats the whole purpose, and therefore I must resort to wearing supportive flats. Disappointing… I really thought I could somehow reason my way out of this conclusion, but it’s simply not to be. In light of that, I suppose I might as well reinstate that resolution to never wear high heels ever again.


Then again, maybe it’s the ‘forever’ part that’s the problem here. Maybe I can still wear high heels on occasion – just not every day. Could this be a ray of light in these dark times?