High Heels

I hate high heels. Always have. Always will. Here a few reasons why:

1. They hurt my back. Anyone who has lived with any sort of back pain would agree that getting rid of high heels is a no-brainer.

2. They hurt my feet. I have learned that this is a non-negotiable for me. Why wear something that sends shooting pain up my legs? I like my Chacos just fine.

3. They make me walk funny. And no offense to you faithful tip-toers, but my personal opinion is that everyone walks funny in high heels, no matter how many years you've been practicing.

You can give me all sorts of reasons why I should wear them: "they make you look taller,  more feminine, fancy, and they make your legs look awesome!"

I, Rebekah, am fine with my height, think that high heels are a superficial indicator of femininity, don't have any desire to be fancy, and already have satisfactory legs, thanks to my padre, John "no-high-heels" Hannum.

I recently discovered another reason to hate high heels:

4. They are used in Spain as an "open for business" sign for prostitutes. As the sun goes down in Spain, prostitutes will put high heels in the window to indicate that they are on duty and ready to receive clients. This is saddening for various reasons, but mainly as we ponder the reality that, in the Spanish population, there are more prostitutes (over 1%) than Jesus followers (less than 1%).

May the Lord give me an opportunity to share His love with one of these high-heeled souls.