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Dressed in intense bougainvillea she climbs on stilts: a 15 cm heel, vertigo and plantar fasciitis

In Granada, a country of my dreams (including the free tapa with a beer), a girl comes out of the doorway next to the bar where we give a good report of the local gastronomy. Dressed in intense bougainvillea, she climbs on stilts: a 6-inch heel, vertigo and plantar fasciitis. She stumbles like a newborn gazelle, almost falling on her face. Soon the girl reappears on stage in flat sandals and, with the disinhibition typical of three beers, I let out a “Much better!”. He smiles and answers me: «What need is there?».

No. There is no need to suffer, we have enough to hump. That, except women born with heels in their heels, the rest of us don’t flinch at Marilyn Monroe’s grace in “With Skirts and Crazy”: “What a way to move! It reminds me of quince jelly. It must have a small engine or something like that,” Jack Lemmon says when he sees her. That’s her, the blonde. I, on the other hand, am more than a small motorbike, it seems like I have a tractor.

Torture for women has no end. Tiled up to the neck and with scaffolding under the dress Calatrava wanted most for his constructions, the braces stay stuck in our stomachs, in our backs and in life. We stuff ourselves in girdles, we tape our breasts to show our cleavage, we sprain an ankle because of impossible heels; all because they want to mold us into a single female model. And from society: look at the United States, the land of freedom. But not for our body. Let’s see if they lock them up for wearing flats too. As flat as the Supreme Court brain.

Source: La Verdad

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