What I learned from wearing my first pair of 4-inch heels.
Posted on January/26/2012 With 7 notes

I learned that no one else will ask if you’re okay when you bust your ass on the ground. I’ve learned that even when you’re walking perfectly fine, girls will point and laugh at you for wearing heels to school. I learned that you will be slut-shamed, denounced, scoffed at, and judged for just wearing a pair of shoes.

Wearing a pair of heels means that you are just asking for something to happen, asking for sex, asking to fall, asking to be stared at and judged for every little part of your body.

You’d think a pair of high heels would have nothing to do with what it means to be a woman, but I feel like it’s a strong metaphor. You’re balancing precariously, stumbling, feeling like everyone is against you. You have no sisters, they were brought up to think, “it’s your fault for wearing those heels. Your fault for being a woman.” You don’t have brothers, most are enjoying eyeing the long-legged illusion walking in front of them, and no one comes to help you out when you’re feeling down.

It may seem like an over-reaction, but that feeling of stumbling and falling and realising no one cares to know if you are doing okay or are too busy caught up objectifying you is the epitome of what it’s like to be a woman. There is no brotherhood or sisterhood in our society.

Everyone is taught to hate a woman, to shame them, to blame them, even other women.


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Posted on January/26/2012
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  2. tiawantstobattle said: I’m sorry that happened =\ I bet you looked good though
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