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Life on Heels

Height 6'1", checked. Waist a breath, legs a line, checked. Horned jaws, a sharp decree, checked. Weight, a feather's fallacy, checked. Groomed, primed, pinched, poked, A porcelain doll to be arrayed before the hungry gaze of vultures. A spectacle, framed and bright, Fascination of the surface. This is what life on heels looks like, my dear. The longer you spend on it, the more unbearable. The brighter you shine, the faster you burn. Stay too long on these sharpened stakes, And bone yields, the spirit breaks. A wound unseen, a silent tear, Scars from the heels are hard to heal.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2025




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Date: 4/1/2025 6:35:00 PM
Exploring life in heels is tough in so many ways. When I was in the Navy, they made us ladies wear them for inspection (I never wore them otherwise and it was so annoying). Flats or short heels for me. Love this! Fave!
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Hellen Nuhu
Date: 4/2/2025 2:06:00 AM
Thank you

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