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Beauty Is Pain, But Sometimes It Is Best To Be Ugly

Published 13.4.05 by Porkchop | E-mail this post

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I will be the first to say that beauty is pain. Comfort is not an issue when I buy shoes. How do they make my legs look? I freely admit that I am terribly vain and superficial. Looking good at all times is a priority. I have even helped people move in heels.

But. The agony, I can endure no longer.

I have this really, really fabulous pair of shoes that I have been DYING to wear. I finially put together a professional enough outfit to wear them to work. They weren't terribly comfortable, but I wasn't terribly worried. It isn't as if I have a active job.

This morning, they really started to rub, but undaunted, I pressed on... until I looked down at my feet to see blood. Yes. Blood. As in, the red stuff that flows through your veins. As in, this stuff was oozing out over the edge of my shoes.

Apparently, my evil shoes were not content with the mere removal of skin from half my heel. They proceeded to dig their evil selves into the (now) unprotected skin and happily rupture whatever blood vessels and/or capillaries that take up residence in your heel.

I have since used up all the band-aids in the building in a feeble attempt to relieve the pain, but I am still walking gingerly like a little old lady.



Could I claim this as workman's comp?

8 Responses to “Beauty Is Pain, But Sometimes It Is Best To Be Ugly”

  1. Blogger Memphis  on April 13, 2005 12:35 PM  

    Sounds like instead of Marilyn Monroe I should call you Ginger Rogers. Sorry to hear about your feet. My ankle is still a bloody mess from the dishwasher last Saturday.

  2. Blogger Porkchop  on April 13, 2005 12:51 PM  

    I am sorry too. Sort of. I now holding court, barefoot, in my office. The perfect excuse to get everyone to do any sort of work for you that involves walking.

    I am now handicapped! (Besides the whole mental thing.)

  3. Blogger Jon  on April 13, 2005 2:22 PM  

    Oh no!
    Looks like you got some "cruel shoes!"

    you must be a wild and crazy gal!

  4. Blogger Rick  on April 14, 2005 8:58 AM  

    http://www.aj.cz/celeb/sm3/sm3.htm

  5. Blogger Porkchop  on April 14, 2005 9:11 AM  

    They are BCBG shoes... but so, so fabulous!

    I once wore a pair of shoes on this really long shopping trip that also made my feet bleed... but I saw it as a sign to buy another pair.

    Some women complain about pain, but it is totally worth it unless blood is involved. Then, it begins to get questionable.

  6. Blogger Porkchop  on April 14, 2005 12:03 PM  

    And my buttocks are definately in need of lifting!

  7. Blogger Memphis  on April 14, 2005 9:14 PM  

    What you need, until your feet heal, is a big pair of fuzzy slippers.

  8. Blogger Porkchop  on April 14, 2005 11:30 PM  

    My idea of slippers involves a heel and little poufs of feather on the toe.

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