As most of you know, I LOVE shoes.
And then a couple of weeks ago, I began to have pain in the ball of my right foot. At first, I didn't think it was too serious. Until I began to limp. Noticeably.
Then, of course, I turned to WebMD (What's that you say? GO to the doctor? Pshaw. What do you think the Internet is for??!). Which then informed me that I either needed to have my foot amputated or that I was suffering from Metatarsalgia, which one of the causes are footwear. OF COURSE, it is.
I will admit that I do not wear heels - particularly really high heels - on an every day basis any more. Nowadays, my heels are usually no more than 2-3 inches high. But, I do wear them several times a week. Maybe throwing in some of the higher ones about once a week...if I'm feeling the need for some confidence.
Yes. I will also admit that I feel more confident, more "able," if you will, to deal with stressful situations if I'm in a killer pair of heels. (Please tell me that I'm not the only one with this issue!)
Flats, no matter how pretty or cute, do not give me that same sense of....what's the word I'm looking for?...kick-assery? At least not at work.
At any rate, for the past week and a half, I've been wearing flats, eschewing even sandals, because of the lack of support and because of the whole self-tanning debacle of 2015. And my feet felt fine.
Which leads me to today. Today I wore an outfit that decreed that I needed heels. Not only that, I didn't have an option, as I didn't have any flats that worked with this outfit. So I elected to wear a nude, 1 1/2 inch heel. How bad could it be?
Not too bad actually. Until...I came home and took those teeny-tiny heels. And my foot exploded with pain.
Am I doomed to a lifetime of flats? Yes, there are worse things. This I know. But...shoes. Confidence. These are things I need.
I've decided to give myself another week or so of flat wearing - which, may necessitate some shopping (which, while we are on the subject...honestly? Is it just me or is everything out there right now just "meh?") for some outfits that will work with flats - before I try the heels again. And, if that doesn't go well I may just have to take myself off to the doctor to figure out how to rectify this GIANT (albeit, only GIANT to me) problem.