The fails of woman - Heels

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These are true little stories of me and my friends. They are all about our epic fails and how we seem to have a laugh out of these moments which make hilarious stories that most teenage girls can relate to.

Submitted: December 07, 2011

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Being single is not easy, every day you have to look your best just incase there’s a hot guy around. This was the case for me when my friend asked me to Sunderland for the day. Despite it being the first of December and therefore freezing I opted for a velvet blue skirt with wool tights, a brown top and a berry colour cardigan but my biggest fashion statement was my brown wedges. Don’t get me wrong I can walk in heels and even better in wedges I’m not stupid enough to make a fool of myself with something I know I am not talented at but these shoes were death itself. I bought them from Primark thinking about nothing but the style however the heel was made of some sort of chewy material with this thin line of glue holding the shoe to the heel making it incredibly uneven. The day started off well although being naturally clumsy I was walking like a supermodel; tall, straight and eye-catching. I almost forgot about my usual ability to have bad luck that is until we reach the bus stop and a huge gush of wind rattles the bus stand and nearly blows us away with the leaves along with making us shiver to our bones. The bus takes slightly over half an hour to come so by the time we are on it our hair looks electrocuted and our faces are beetroot red; now don’t we look hot! We start our day off at Sunderland shopping and I feel as though I am turning heads for all the right reasons as we walk through the door. After two hours of shopping inside the bridges we decide to look at the shops outside however unlike the smooth marble floor inside the ground outside is terribly unsteady and ruff. To my surprise I start walking outside perfectly fine until another hour goes by and my feet begin to burn. Now I am walking like a drunken lunatic which I think people honestly thought as I could not stop myself from laughing at my epic fail. As the day goes on and on I get even clumsier nearly falling flat on my face every couple of steps but worse of all the weird looks I am receiving is the fact that my feet feel like they will burn up and drop off at any minute. With such painful feet you can image how slow I am walking just to try and keep my balance however my friend is an organised freak and will not let my inability to walk keep her from her usual pace so I have to jog in these high heels just to stay with her while panting like a dog. When we finally get off the bus to go home I cannot stand another moment in these deathly shoes so I sit myself down on the ice cold ground and undo my laces. When I do return my normal feet to the flour I look like a toddler learning to walk. My friend thinking it’s all hilarious begins to run home so I have to run just to catch up with her feeling as though I am running through fire. The moral of this story is be sensible when choosing footwear because fashion can be cruel and pain is not always beauty believe me since it took me two days to recover and start walking like a normal human being again.


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