My son and I were sitting at a cafe near one of the memorials near Front Street in Philadelphia. We were about to order when this African-American woman, probably about 5” 1” and weighing at least 200 pounds suddenly collapsed on the sidewalk. Some people help her to one of the tables where she sits for a while, looking lamentably at the broken heel in her hand.
It had totally collapsed beneath her. I don’t know if she hit the brick sidewalk wrong, or got stuck in a crack. There may even have been cobblestones at that point. I don’t remember. In any case, she really had no business wearing heels on such an uneven sidewalk.
She sat there while my son and I ate, and around the time we were getting ready to leave, she stood up, and walked off in her stocking feet. She was wearing some kind of dress that looked like it was a cross between an evening gown and an Easter dress. It did not show her in a good light. Of course, neither did all her swearing when she collapsed.
But it is all the proof I need that larger women do indeed wear high heels. Oh. I see women just like her walking around in heels all the time in this city. It defies imagination.