Some of you might not know, but I have a very bad back. As in I've thrown it out twice, requiring months of physical therapy each time, and I get monthly massages just to keep it on track.
A woman at work just threw out her back, but in a much more minor fashion as two days later she's back at work (I was rendered immobile for weeks), and I shared my back stories and told her PT was the best. She then glanced to the back of my office where I house my 6 pairs of backup heels (you never know when you may have a shoe emergency or just change your mind about your shoe choice) and said, "But it seems you're still wearing heels." Oh, honey, I am not giving those up just yet. I heard the same refrain from my PT who asked, nay, begged me to stop wearing heels. He then realized that's like asking me to stop breathing and so he asked that I at least not wear them when I went dancing. I think I complied.... once or twice. What? I can't be the ugly girl in flats at the bar.
I'm sure my knees will fail me one day, and I'll have to scale back to say 3 inch heels, but for now, as long as I am not crippled over in pain, no one is taking my heels from me.
