Beauty Is Pain

or I'll Miss You High Heels

"Hello, lover!"  Carrie Bradshaw exclaimed
when she saw this pair of Christian Louboutin heels.

As I have mentioned in previous blogs, I broke my ankle in November.  It was an avulsion fracture, just a small chip off the bone.  Apparently, my ligaments decided they didn't want to hang out with my ankle anymore if it was going to be striking the pavement so hard (some ankles are so inconsiderate that way) and they took a little bone with them when they left.  Oww!

I have famously weak ankles.  I'll never be a figure skater, a ballerina, or a hockey player.  Oh, the crushed dreams of my youth!  I have rolled and/or sprained my ankles all my life.  This most recent and most severe of all my ankle injuries happened while I was wearing a pair of clogs.  Shocker, my ankle rolled while perilously balanced atop a two inch heel with no ankle support! Ironically, after I was off the crutches, the only shoes I could fit my heavily braced ankle into were again clogs.

How could something so cute hurt me so bad?

My new favorite pair of shoes

Once I was out of the ankle brace, I still felt wobbly.  I didn't trust my ankle to be any higher off the ground then it could get in a pair of Converse.  Clogs and all other heels were no longer my friends because they had the ability to break me!  Tennis shoes became my preferred footwear for a few months.



Alas, spring has sprung and my star player has been getting pedicures to make her toes pretty.  Nothing makes Lainey happier than having pretty painted toenails!  Well, almost nothing, but I digress.  However, stuffing pretty painted toenails into socks and tennis shoes where no one could see their beauty seemed like such a shame.  The world deserved to see my pretty toes, or so I told myself.  It was a waste of a good pedicure not to show off my toes.  I wouldn't want to be wasteful!

Aren't these wedges pretty?

So, as you have probably already guessed, I busted out my sandals.  High heeled sandals. Are there any other kind?  I wore my sandals for about two days before the inevitable happened.  You guessed it!  I rolled my ankle.  Luckily, I was able to catch my balance before my ankle struck the pavement.  Why am I always on pavement when this happens?  Couldn't I roll my ankle on some nice soft carpeting? 

It's not you, it's my ankles.

But, as I sit here typing and icing my swollen and achy ankle, the damage has been done (just a sprain this time) and I think a life lesson might have been learned.  It's time to break-up with my high heels.  It was good in the beginning and I really thought we were going somewhere together, but this relationship has become toxic.  We're hurting each other.  Well, more like they are hurting me.  It's time for me to start seeing other shoes.