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Heels so high😅

Ohhh this story deserves drama 😂👠

So… were high heels made for men?

YES. And the plot twist is legendary.

Back in 10th-century Persia (modern-day Iran), tough cavalry soldiers wore heels. Not to look cute. Not for Instagram. But to hook into their horse stirrups so they could stand and shoot arrows like action heroes. Basically:
Heels = ancient warrior tech. 🏹

Fast forward to Europe… and things got fancy.

Enter Louis XIV — the king who basically said,
“I’m short… but make it royal.” 👑

He LOVED high heels. Bright red ones. He even made a rule that only his royal circle could wear red heels. The higher your heel, the closer you were to power. Imagine a room full of noblemen trying to out-heel each other.

“Bro, mine are 3 inches.”
“Cute. Mine are 4.”

Then came the dramatic fashion breakup 💔

After the French Revolution, people were like:
“Maybe we should stop dressing like glittery cupcakes.”

Men slowly ditched the heels for simpler shoes. Women, however, said,
“Thank you, we’ll take it from here.” 💅

And just like that, heels switched teams.

Moral of the story:
High heels started as warrior gear, became a king’s power move, and ended up ruling women’s fashion.

History really said:
“Plot twist… AGAIN.” 🤣👠

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