Ungrateful
Jun. 6th, 2007 04:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
They’re the kind of shoes I daydreamed about, when I was a waitress. I’d see women wearing them, the tall heels and the strappy sides, flashes of stocking showing through. I’d admire their short, graceful strides, the way their calves looked so toned, their arches so high. I would see these shoes in stores, in catalogues—high heels, funky details, pretty shoes, cute shoes, come-fuck-me shoes. I wanted these shoes, but I knew there was no room for them in my life.
Now that I work in an office, all I can think is how they pinch my toes.
Now that I work in an office, all I can think is how they pinch my toes.
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Date: 2007-06-06 09:57 pm (UTC)Dress heals are implements of torture...and yet...so so pretty.
*goes to hunt down a shoe icon*
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