The algorithm

Anyone who knows me knows that I am a promoter of the use of high-heeled shoes.

I love them and it’s a passion shared by many women, simply because we feel super cool when we wear them. It becomes an indispensable condition, a kind of emotional algorithm:

{[(+heel + self-esteem) = ( +self-esteem + self-love)]}

But be careful, I have learned the hard way, that this condition cannot be applied in every moment of our life and if I tell you I also own slippers with heels, you can believe it. Now I’ll tell you the anecdote that put my emotional algorithm at serious risk.

London, December 31, 2005.

It was the last day of the year and I was in London with my friend Alessia. We had decided to celebrate and end the year with a flourish by giving us a trip to this magical city. The program for that evening was very easy, around the squares until the new day, so we would have walked for many hours and with an outside temperature equal to zero degrees.

I wore an ankle-length gray coat, scarf and hat and while I was putting on my magnificent shiny black pumps and I was already in the Olympus of the super-cute, Alessia’s cries brought me back to reality:

«Criiiiiiii come on please! You can’t wear that kind of heel tonight. Come on then! We have to walk for a long time, we will always stand up, you will not be able to resist and thus you will ruin the evening for both of us. Put on comfortable shoes, the sneakers you wore today are perfect.»

«The sneakers? But I was crazy !! For a special evening like this, I can’t wear flat shoes, I wear heels and I don’t want to hear stories. Don’t worry, I won’t ruin our evening, I’m so used to it that it’ll be like walking in slippers.»

«Okay Cri, do as you please but remember, I’m not going back to the hotel with you in the middle of the evening.»

Oh I know… you are already imagining three possible endings of the story:

A) I took a taxi and returned to the hotel before midnight

B) I paid a girl to sell me her beautiful flip-flops

C) I had no problems and my feet were unharmed

But no, none of these three cases occurred on that night of December 31, 2005 because a completely extraordinary event happened that became a legend (in essence, they put me a sticker like that of bananas, with the words “tu si na capatosta” -an italian way to say stubborn- but I prefer you to think of a legend).

That night there was the involution of the female human species of the super-cute:

(please don’t want to!)

“From a modern woman (not the magazine alas) to a sapiens woman (not so much)”

I ended my evening and went back to the hotel with Alessia at 6 in the morning, with my shoes on but… on all fours!

💃🏻🚶🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️🐒

Since then my emotional algorithm became the following:

{[( -heel + health ) = ( +health + evolution)]}

But, only when I’m home huh! 😜