High Heels


The second most powerful statement that a woman can make is through High Heels. The first is through Red Lipstick.

High Heels, especially, the pencil ones, enhances the aura of the women. They add more glamour to the halo around their persona. A woman in High Heels is like a High Priestess of a dreamy world.

All women, irrespective of their background, culture, weight, colour, body mass, or whatever excuses they can think of, can carry High Heels smartly. So, it’s a wrong notion that High Heels look smart only on select few women.

Women, by nature, are timid creatures. At least, most of them. They need constant encouragement and motivation from their partners, otherwise they tend to silently bury most of their dreams.

High Heels makes man’s imagination sharper. If any man wishes to become a romantic poet, all that he has to do is read Shelley, sit by a lake, and flip through photos of women in High Heels. Very soon, he’ll be writing poetry.

Men admire High Heels.  Women look super in High Heels. And to top it all, Dr Maria Cerruto, in a study has proved that wearing High Heels tone the legs and strengthen the pelvic muscles. She recommends that women can benefit more by wearing High Heels than doing pelvic exercises that are dished out as therapy. 

So, all those women, who had health concerns as an excuse for not wearing High Heels, can start wearing them. Of course, those who have back problems and /or are under medication, shouldn’t.

Women wear High Heels to demonstrate power and to make the professional battlefield even. Besides attracting more male attention, women in High Heels can be more persuasive than the one who is not. But the most important factor in wearing High Heels is that it makes the women feel more confident. Their whole personality changes.

Not many know that the High Heels originally were made for men. Yes, in ancient Iran, then known as Persia, men wore High Heels while on horseback so that their feet would fit better in the stirrups. 

 Today, though, these High Heels accelerate a man’s heart, when he sees a woman wearing them.

-          NZ

31.8.2019
BN: 125


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