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The Sunday Post: The Great Debate: Heels Vs. Flats 2017

By on February 13, 2017

I have two stepsisters. Both are thirteen, going to be fourteen in September. In my experience, this is the prime time to start experimenting: with makeup, with boys, and with fashion. While I’ve thus far been spared a good deal of the drama — they’re far more chill than I was at that age — I’ve noticed that their fashion sense was growing up. They started wearing minidresses and lower-cut tops, as well as begun to actually pay attention to what’s going on in fashion. “Urban Decay” and “Asymmetrical-cut” is now as much a part in their vocabulary as it is mine.

Lately, their recent obsession (because at thirteen, they run on three emotions: obsessed, horrified, and bored) has been high-heels. And not just any high heels — I’m talking the highest of heels that would make Rihanna stumble. It’s got nothing to do with boys: it’s more about something else, something along the lines of “well, we’re ‘women’ now, so we should be wearing heels”. It’s horrifying.

Heels to me were the very epitome of femininity: I used to “borrow” (read: steal) my mom’s when I was very young and trot around the house with them, usually clad in strings of pearls and a toga made out of my mom’s favorite silk scarf. Once I was a “woman”, I would wear heels every day, I decided, and never take them off. When I got a little older, I got my first pair of heels: at the time they seemed like they were movie star heels (though looking back, I’d be surprised if they were more than an inch high).

I acquired more and more heels since then, and made it a point to wear them as often as I could — to school, out, to family gatherings. Heels were the very image of being a girl, after all: could you blame me?

However, in the last couple of years, something happened: I stopped wearing heels altogether. I haven’t bought a pair for longer than I could remember. Instead, I wore heels to places that absolutely required it — say, a fancy dinner or a really important industry event. I started opting for flats: flats in all shapes and styles, from ladylike Mary Janes, to sexier D’Orsay styles. Flats are my anti-drug.

There’s really far too much emphasis based on heels. While I can go on and preach the benefits of a fantastic basic black heel until I go mute, I really do find flats to do the very same thing that heels do — but they’re way easier on your feet. If you’re going to the office, opt for a classic point-toe style that will look equally edgy paired under a pair of wide-leg pants as your favorite pointed heel. Going out for a night on the town? Opt for a classic D’Orsay flat with that miniskirt. Hey — at least your feet won’t be killing you. Plus, don’t get me started on how bad they are on your arches.

What do you think? Do you prefer a pair of flats to heels? Let me know in the comments below!

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