Dear Sir, - I write to tell you that I have succumbed to the high heel charm. Whether it is the wonderful illustrations of high heels in "London Life" that conquered me, I cannot say.
As your readers probably know by now, my right leg is missing just below the hip, the result of an accident some two years ago. I have become quite agile with my crutches, having now decided that two crutches give one a less ungainly gate than a single one.
A short while ago I noticed a monopede wearing a high heeled shoe and looking smart and chic into the bargain. "Candidus" advised me against wearing a high-heel, but I have failed to see her objections. I have a 3 inch heeled patent Court shoe, and intend aiming even higher.
My foot being rather small - size 4 - I shall probably find it rather difficult. Nevertheless I intent to try. I have now got over to some extent the feelings of regret I felt at the loss of my right leg.
At first I was very self-conscious and rarely ventured out on my crutch. Now, however, I find that life is worth living, although with a single leg one is denied most of its pleasures.
"London Life" has done a great deal towards convincing me that a one-legged girl can be happy. Your correspondents have written and shown how a girl can be happy though one-legged. I hope they will write again and tell of their experiences.
In a recent number "X. Y. Z." told a remarkable story of a one-legged girl. She must be extremely active to dance although possessing only one leg. I have attempted and failed lamentably. However, I have taken up refereeing at hockey, and although it is a poor makeshift for the original sport, I enjoy it.
We one-legged girls are often faced with the problem of having no sport to keep us physically fit. Without dancing, hiking, tennis, golf, etc., what is there? I have not yet found myself able to use a single leg in any sport. Perhaps your readers can suggest some means of keeping a one-legged girl in trim.
"Crutches" and now "Legless," has my sympathy. I shall steer clear of anything which might endanger my remaining leg. It is bad enough to be without one leg.
As for losing both I dread the thought. I have lived far too active a life to be able to endure it.
Even now, despite the two years since I walked with both my legs, and despite all the attention I attract, there are occasions when walking on crutches and minus a right leg that I feel gloomy about my disability. This is probably due to the fact that as I write my room overlooks a tennis court, where a party of boys and girls are playing.
At the moment I feel a decided tinge of regret at the sight of that useless stump where my right leg should be.
Yours truly,
L. N.