Why do girls fall down?
This question has been bugging me for a while now as I’ve realised that over the past 4 years my general ability to stay standing up on a night out has dramatically declined. I write this post whilst still in pain from my blue left foot which was so brutally stood on as a girl slipped and tumbled to the ground just over a week ago now.
When I first embarked on my social career of drinking myself silly I seemed to do so with grace and dignity (at least as far as staying upright goes). Even when I was travelling and partied a ridiculous amount I still didn’t seem to incur too many injuries. I can basically see a direct correlation between beginning uni and becoming more bruised and broken. This boils down to just two factors that are responsible for me hitting the ground on a regular basis: drinking disgustingly large amounts of alcohol and high heels getting increasingly higher (with perhaps the added third reason of nightclubs having a mental amount of steps!?) When I was travelling there wasn’t a high heel in sight for 6 months of my life. When I returned I was pretty much like Bambi learning how to walk in them again. This situation was worsened by starting uni and deciding, with the encouragement of new friends, that platform heels were definitely the way forward. Throughout my first year of uni this resulted in waking up with a new bruise almost every time I went out. During second year this worsened to bruises appearing not just on legs as you’d assume, but arms and other such strange places, often accompanied by cuts and scrapes. The worst situation was probably the end of second year when I fell down a number of steps resulting in an oddly bent left foot and a trip to A&E for an x-ray.
I regret to say that third year is offering me no more luck. I returned from Carnage last week with a very sore foot and thigh from a girl that fell into me hard. But I’m not annoyed with her at all, in fact, I feel completely on a level with her. It seems that the older I’ve got the more I’ve drank and I’ve been pushed off balance some where along the way. I’ve become one of those girls that simply falls down. So shall I drink less and wear lower shoes? No. Of course not. I’ll just accept my fate as a girl that falls down and be thankful for photo editing software if the bruises get too big and too blue to bear. So really, my bruises over time have come to be a unique symbol of what was sure to have been a bloody good night!
