Woman, thy name is Vanity (It is also your secret power!)
My legs and shoulders are aching. Why? It is not because I conciously embarked on a fitness regime that took me fighting my way through the perils of the gym. It's due, really, to my love of high-heels and the fact that tuesdays I am invariably bogged down by lots of things.
Why the high-heels? Because it matches the pants, and because I like heels. Because I'm vain.
But as I remark in my title, it is my secret power, because I can climb stairs while bogged down with bags on each shoulder and in each hand, stand in the train without anything to hold onto, and still muster enough energy to look good. Just don't ask me to sit in a chair. I may fall out.
I think women are wonderful. They're marvellous creatures, though given to periods of confusing capriciousness, it is their shoulders the weight of the world rests on. And all that done in high heels and red lipstick.
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