<![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER - Jezebel Comments]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER - Jezebel Comments]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> Scabies from a vintage Hermés scarf...

Jazz_Hands

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> I know this is kind of basic, but what do you say about a massive group of humanity, more than half the world's population, who accept without challenge clothes that often are:

overpriced;
poorly made;
capable of causing physical injury;
compromising of dignity; and

which the fashion industry demands be replaced every six months?

I don't get it.

Seeräuber Jenny

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> @bjchilipepper: Ahah, no, not strange at all. My friends were all too busy laughing at me when this occurred to help my sad, flailing self. Laughter is the best medicine!

nolancolleen

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> Also then a bit later I was walking through Chelsea to my apartment in Chinatown from the NYU gym on Houston St when I slipped on the smooth sidewalk in front of the Chanel Store and hit my head and was dazed I had to just lie there for a few seconds and everyone walking by just gave me evil glares like "who are you workout pants-clad girl" and ignored me.

wanderlust

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> when i was 6 i was running to the bus to first grade and i was wearing patent leather shoes with the kind of strap you could wear behind the shoe if you wanted to and my mom tried to make me wear them the regular way but I wanted to be cool and put the strap in the back. Anyway my feet were really skinny and of course a shoe slipped off in the middle of the street and i tripped on it and landed flat on my face in front of like two dozen kids and everyone's parents and the bus driver thought it was so funny she was still talking about it when she ran into my mom someplace like 12 years later.

wanderlust

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> I dislocated my elbow lugging around a too-heavy suitcase in NYC, then popped it back to place myself so i could go to Italy the next week and continue carrying too much shit. I've also fallen down flights of stairs due to wearing impractical (but fabulous) shoes and gotten seriously painful rugburn-esque wounds from wearing strapless bras.

NaturalRedhead

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> My life could serve as the textbook of fashion-related injuries. The worst would be when I just had to wear these high wedge ankle strap heels to a movie. We got there late, and my boyfriend and his friend couldn't decide where to sit. I was pissed and stormed down the steps to an empty seat when I stumbled, twisted up my foot and ankle and heard a loud *CRACK*. Oh, that was just the bones in my foot snapping in half. I watched the movie for a while, but eventually my boyfriend realized I couldn't really stand on it and took me to the ER.

The best part of this story is that the hospital sent me home saying I had a mild sprain and to "try to walk around on it." The next morning they called to let me know that OOPS my foot was broken, so um, don't walk on it anymore. I am convinced the xray tech caused this "mix-up" on purpose because I told him I did not see Pitch Black before whatever dumb sequel to Pitch Black I was seeing that day. He went from trying to flirt to seriously pissed at me after that. At least I didn't have to pay for the ER visit!

ladyisatramp

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> Aside from the multitudinous blisters, rolled ankles, and other unavoidable fashion-related injuries, I have two big ones:
1) Freshman year of college I was walking back from the grocery store when I tripped over myself/slipped wearing flip flops in the winter. My groceries went flying, I broke my ankle, and I had to call my extremely cranky-to-be-awake roommate at seven in the morning to come peel me off the sidewalk. The good news is that since the sidewalks were unsalted, the university paid my medical bills, even though it was really just me making bad decisions about footwear.
2) I broke my toe at a party when a guy was being obnoxiously grabby with a friend of mine, and I drunkenly decided to kick him in the shins wearing open-toed heels. It's never really healed, and truthfully, I think it hurt me more than it hurt him.

kelsium

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> @frecklefacefreak: It was so so painful and still hurts whenever I see faux vuitton to this day.

the escapist

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> xmas 2006 I was home visiting family and friends. my mother (a funny jew)laid out this horrendous plaid nightgown with reindeer on it as a joke(I'm 28). I was attempting to tackle my girlfriend into the awful garment while our other friend took a photo. as I took her down she banged her head on the corner of some furniture and the blood started pouring down her back. the worst part was none of us were sober enough to drive to the hospital and had to call her parents who BOTH picked us up. The three of us sat in the back of the car on the way to the ER while they scolded us for being so irresponsible. we're sitting there looking at each other thinking "this feels familiar."

nixsey

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> My first glamour wound: I was four years old and playing dress-up in some fancy dress and my favorite shoes of my mother's--classic sixties-era pointy toe high heel pumps covered in silver-white iridescent glitter (oh where, where are they now?) My mom had made some popcorn for my older brother and his friend. Perfectly attired to make a delivery, I volunteered. Steps before my destination, I tripped in the shoes on the hem of the dress. The glass bowl broke and gashed into my right arm, spewing blood all over my entire ensemble. I still have fourteen stitches to remind me.

ModernDowager

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> When I was 13, I was blow-drying my hair to make it all Madonna-in-Like a Virgin, and I sprained my wrist. So I had to go to the ER to get it put in a cast, with one side of all my head all big and puffy, and one side just the limp straight hair I was born with.

Jan74

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> Fashion traumas, mmm, let's see...

I'm allergic to angora sweaters. Last time I wore one, my eyes turned red, itchy and dry in a matter of minutes and I suffered a headache so bad I had to lie down in the dark while the aspirin kicked in.

I suffered a contact allergy with a pair of clogs I loved. I'd worn them often until I felt a burning sensation under the sole of my feet while wearing them one evening. When I came home, my feet were red, covered in blisters as if burnt, really and I couldn't walk for a couple of days.

And I've given up on underwired bras and push-ups. I've got a super bony ribcage and the wires hurt and bruise me.

I also got my neck chapped from a too stiff jacket collar. I looked like I'd been strangled for a few days...

anxia

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> Skintight jeans, no knickers, slightly drunk, handful of pubes caught in the zipper-teeth. Oh the agony... oh the humiliation.

Londonmac

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> @emzoar: ahahahah! That sorta happened to me last night! Only I crashed into my laundry basket instead.

I also have had my share of foot trauma. I have to have surgery on my toe a few years ago, in large part because my toes were getting all splayed out and weird due to my shoes being too wide. (Try finding a size 12 N even at Nordstroms. Try it). Since then, insoles and shoes with adjustable straps have become my friend.

mol666

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> I have been traitorously stabbed in the boob more than once by rogue underwires trying to make an escape. One left a scar!

I have a brittle bone disease, so I've had to be pretty careful about my fashion choices, particularly in shoes. I wear a lot of Danskos and maryjane style flats. I'm most certainly not allowed to wear any shoe that might cause my ankle to roll, and especially not heels or wedges above 1". I already have metal in my left ankle and have broken both ankles, feet, and legs many times. Of course, this always results in spending some time on crutches - which I am even now as a result of a stress fracture in my hip.

One of the (many) shitty things about crutches is if you are going any distance and wearing a jersey type top, you might find you've hobbled the last 50 feet or so with your shirt gathered up under your boobs as your crutch padding under the arm grabs the fabric and gathers it up a half inch or so with every step. I've unintentionally belly-and-bra flashed a great many people outside of the Mt. Zion hospital here in SF lately... doh. If you're in SF and you've recently seen the blubbery belly of a girl hobbling along on crutches, I'm really sorry.

Cattitude

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> @nolancolleen:

is it wrong that i laughed so hard on the strangling part that my dad shot me weird looks.

and trust me, he's used to my randomness.

bjchilipepper

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> Atoosa Rubenstein broke her foot on her high heels. Great role model for young women.

[query.nytimes.com]

I tried to look up an article that I'm fairly certain Doonan wrote, but when I searched the NY Observer website for "Doonan," "pain," and "heels," there were quite a few. I'm thinking of an article where the author was laying down a two-day program for acclimating a woman to painful high heels, suggesting she have a glass of wine, take a deep breath and practice the day before the big event.

If he was the author, I hope he's suffering, a lot, and for a very long time. I guess we'll see, as he was quoted in a NYT piece, whether it's true that "women have a higher threshhold for pain."

Seeräuber Jenny

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> I had a pair of slippers that made my feet slip out from under me on the stairs; end result, I bounced down six risers on my butt (with a distinct bonkity bonkity bonkity sound) and bruised my tailbone.

I also used to fall off those wooden-soled Dr. Scholl's flip-flops in the eighties. Those things do not forgive. If your foot come down on the edge, it does not compress--you just go right over.

But the worst, by far, was one of those goddamned underwire bras: the wire slipped its little casing and stabbed me in the armpit so hard that it drew blood. In fact, the wound was so deep that it ended up getting infected--that infection sank deep into my lymph nodes and festered there for the next ten years, raising large, tender lumps and occasionally exploding in gushers of bloody, stinking lymph (way to ruin yet another bra), and refusing to respond to any kind of antibiotics whatsoever.

Fifteen years later I was diagnosed with thyroid cancer and multiple lymphomas--yes, lymph-node cancers--and I will always, always blame that stupid explding underwire bra.

Springheel Jill

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> Hard to choose one so I will tell both:
1...I was on a medical mission to Honduras and while trying to change clothes under the covers so that the people I was sharing a room with wouldn't see, I managed to pull my bra off and missed that there was a hanging thread. It of course was wrapped around a hangy-mole and ripped it off. Loud swearing around the baptists doesn't go over well.

2. A couple of years ago I coordinated a bar visit for a group of counterparts from across the country while in DC. I didn't know many but most were women or gay men. And one beautiful straight man. As we walked down P street I tripped on my wedges. I fell forward skidding on my hands and knees. My skirt rode up above my hips to show off my big unpretty panty covered ass. My purse emptied. When I stood up, I had two bloody hands and one awful knee. I still get emails about my grace and form.

iamlesliegirl

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> I once fell down some stairs because of my fugly uniform penny loafers *they were the wrong size*, dislocated my ankles after wearing heels too long, oh, and I dislocated my shoulder in a dressing room while putting on a really tight shirt. I managed to pop it back in before anyone noticed.

Bohoinparadise

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> Most of my fashion victim moments come from my refusal to wear sensible shoes to work. but there are no shoes that stay comfortable after standing in one spot for four hours at a Congressional hearing. Especially not heels over three inches. And then there was the time I "broke in" my red patent leather heels by running across the Capitol Complex to get to an event before my boss did. Ouch, blisters.

hildegaard

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> @Lizawithazee: ah, yes, eyebrow blisters.
The FIRST time the eyebrow waxer ripped off all my upper-face skin, I thought it was a fluke. The SECOND time, I thought she was an incompetent bitch, and that I was never getting my eyebrows waxed ever again.

nadarine

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> @Lizawithazee: Oy, I've had little tiny patches of skin ripped off by a waxer before. Fortunately, it was just on my FACE.

lolly71

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> @Kittenplan: For serious. My BFF was sitting right next to me! We were taking a road trip. I was very quiet for a minute or two, then I just kind of shout-blurted "DID YOU SEE MY BOOB OR NOT?!?!?"

She totally did. Gay.

SBJ

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> Wearing flip-flops in the rain (I know, dumb already) while waiting for the El. The plan was to stay dry under the overhang until the train arrived, and then run out into the rain onto the last car (closest to the exit stairs at my destination). I ran out, went sliding across the wet wood of the platform for about 10 ft, at which point my feet then flew out from under me, and I took the full force of the fall on my upper back. Totally knocked the wind out from me, and I just laid there staring up at the sky trying to figure out if I was dying. CTA agents were summoned, and this dear girl sat next to me in the pouring rain holding my hand and telling me I'd be okay, until they showed up. Just before the ambulance that was also called showed, I could finally breathe again and ended up hobbling home.

formergr

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> @skinnybonejones: So true!! I was wearing a one-shoulder top at my cousin and his wife's house happily playing with their dog and watching a movie with them, when I notice that my boob is hanging out for the world to see. Next time I'm really drunk I'll have to ask them if they noticed. Too shy sober.

Kittenplan

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> I was wearing a pair of pants that were a bit too long and i tripped over them, tumbled forward, slammed my nose into a door frame, spun around, and landed on a chair that proceeded to slide and crash into a wall.

emzoar

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> In highschool I spent a glorious day/evening in Manhattan (feeling O so grown-up and cosmopolitan) wearing a pair of flats with woven leather uppers. The shoes tore the ever loving hell out of each and every one of my toes. For the next week the trainer of our basketball team had to patiently tape each of my toes--otherwise I could not put on socks and high tops. Both the trainer and the coach tried to give me a hard time for being an idiot, but they were laughing.

nwporn

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> @lizawithazee: not only are Borns not comfy, but what they don't tell you is how much they stretch out. From reading this, I think every Jezzie ought to be given a box of Bandaids with every shoe purchase.

brendastarlet

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> @skinnybonejones: that must be you on the left; that's the slightly skinnier bone of the two. Actually, your and her legs are very similar--a match made in heaven?

Anyway, one fashion humiliation I suffered was when I was demonstrating to dinner party guests how when I was a kid my mother tried to kick me in the ass once (but that's another story), and I forgot that I was wearing a long, tight skirt which did not extend when my leg did. Not sure how exactly the sequence of events went, but I ended up on my ass on the (hard tile) floor, and cracked my tail bone. Worst part was that among the dinner guests were my friend's parents, who were, naturally, horrified.

P.S.: OK, I admit that I had possibly been overserved at the point I launched in to the demonstration.

crabbit

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> Jezebels make me laugh and cry all at the same time! Thank you.

vangie

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> GAP dressing room. Attempting to remove too-tight jeans, I managed to fall backwards, slamming into and then sliding down the hinge on the dressing room door. Sitting on the floor, pants around my ankles, seven-inch bloody scrape on my back, I was a little embarrassed about confronting everyone on the other side of the door.... until I realized that the longer I sat there, the longer they had full view of the wedgie I'd given myself in the process.

meanjeanne

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> @nadarine: The exact same thing happened to me on a trip to San Antonio. I was the playing convention-goer's touristy wife while the husband was at meetings. I was miserable for days because I could not walk or drink at the parties at night, lest it interfere with the pain drugs (which I luckily had on hand for a backache).

jakesprincess

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> @leMaldeTete: Still. Color me impressed (I don't think that's green).

bifteck-frites

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> "Beauty" victim story, not fashion victim, but that bitch at the cheap salon by my house burned the skin all around both my eyebrows with her hot wax on Christmas Eve. Blisters, even.

Lizawithazee

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> So funny Simon talked about the girdle injury-- recall he had to leave before Marc Jacobs started his infamously late show because he had to go home, take off his girdle and walk his dog.

Lizawithazee

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> @hamburgerhotdog: Born shoes are the devil's handiwork (footwork?). Do not understand how they have the reputation for being comfy.

Lizawithazee

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> I managed a stress fracture in my foot over the summer from walking for hours in slippers without any support. It did call attention to the fact that I don't get enough calcium in my diet, though! Not sure if I can count that as an upside.

yoGGTraps

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> I refused to go to the doctor when I sprained my ankle because it was the day before Halloween and I didn't want to be on crunches when in costume. Not really a fashion injury, but I don't the the 3 inch stiletto boots helped my ankle much.

Lymed

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> Oh yes, those dangerous flip-flops... I have a lawyer friend who reps a major retailer, and in the majority of cases where someone has fallen resulting in injury, either in the store or in the parking lot, the person was wearing flip-flops. Be careful in those things!

dollywould

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> Hmmm... Let's see (and bunions don't count, cos duh!)

1. Flashing a bunch of parents, aunts, grannies, etc. at a wedding in Spain (the bride's grandmother is a Catholic saint, so there was a benediction from the Pope) my boobie after it jumped out of my very sexy, backless dress.

2. Jumping off a 4 foot high speaker at the Tunnel whilst wearing 4-inch heels (thank GOD I was high!).

3. Being carried home by my husband after wearing my Chloe wedges to a White Stripes concert because I could not walk.

4. Sprained ankles from 5-inch wedges (several occaasions).

5. Massive stomach ache and nausea after wearing too-tight jeans to dinner at a gastropub with very rich and heavy food.

LollyPops

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> @bifteck-frites: I call it 'Hulking Out'. Usually accompanied by excessive sweating a gritted teeth. Honestly, though, it was very thin.

leMaldeTete

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> I was barefoot, walking next to a doc-martin-shod friend of mine. We got off step in a way that resulted in my bare right foot slamming into the back of her boot heel as I stepped forward and she lifted her foot to take her next step. I whined for a while that my toes hurt SO BAD and everyone told me to shut up and quit being such a baby, so I put on my Chuck Taylors (god how i love my chucks) and went to my sister's dance recital, where I was sitting for the next two hours. I stand up afterward and realize that I can really, really, feel my pulse in my foot. Like, hard. After we got home I took off my shoe and discovered that my foot was so swollen that I now had deep purple bruises that perfectly outlined the laces, eyelets, and stitching of the inside of my shoe. Also I was wearing blue toenail polish at the time (late 90's) so it looked extra heinous.
Now I have much more respect for stupid toe injuries.

CurlyQ

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> The first fashion victim incident I had occurred while babysitting my neighbor's children. We were engaged in a game of "who can kick their shoe the farthest", when the youngest girl became upset over the fact she was losing. She took her wooden, platform sandals and started to beat me with them. Viciously. I would have attempted to protect myself had I not been in shock.
The end result? A cracked rib, many bruises, and a hatred for small kids.

Recently, while getting out of a friend's car on the way to a party, I closed the door on an extremely long layered necklace I was wearing. Being the brightest crayon in the box I attempted to continue walking, tripped, and strangled myself. For weeks I looked as if I had tried to hang myself.

nolancolleen

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> @skinnybonejones: HEH - y'all sound like fun. I'll make sure to lay out mats if I ever have you at a part.

lolly71

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> Popped my achilles tendon after wearing super high miu miu wooden platform ankle boots at a rock concert. have had to endure months of humiliation...all i can wear are converse and tory burch flats!

missscarlett

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> I've gotten stuck in clothes before. The worst was a situation where I got my arms stuck over my head, like others have described. Glad to know others have shared in that instant panic attack!

Worst injury was caused by a pair of flip-flops. It was early May in Texas, and warm enough that I was wearing shorts and thought nothing of having almost bare feet. I went to carry my dog out into the backyard first thing in the morning, and slipped on completely transparent ice at the top of the stairs on my deck. My memory on what exactly happened after that is sketchy, but I ended up at the bottom of the stairs with scrapes down both legs, huge bruises that took a month to fade, and I smacked my head on the stairs hard enough that in hindsight I suspect I had a concussion. I also fell ON TOP of my 7 pound dog and she somehow ended up with splinters in her paws. It was spectacular, I have to say, and I immediately called in sick and napped with the dog the rest of the day. Beware of the deadly combination of flip-flops and deck ice!

annelise13

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> PS. I must know...what is a pterodactyl foot?

SBJ

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> my favorite pair of ballet flats came with a corduroy lining, i ask you, who lines shoes with corduroy? anyway the first time i wore them, i got giant blisters on the bottom of my feet. now those shoes have insoles in them.

but, with my wide, wide feet i have a bajillion foot injuries for shoes that were a wee bit too narrow.

lucyjae

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> @lolly71: The GF and I total bastards. We get boozy, one of us gets a look in her eye, and next thing you know we're wrestling like cagefighters wherever-the-fuck. We've almost fallen off a friend's roof, deck, balcony, into a lake and a moldy, falling-down lean-to at the end of a dock. At night.

We're lucky SOBs, really.

SBJ

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> I was balancing in 4 inch heels on one of those parking spot concrete bumpers and slipped off. Fractured a bone in my foot & was on crutches for 6 weeks. These were the same shoes that I was wearing when I climbed a roof and was perfectly fine... except drunk for the roof climbing which apparently made it easier that just standing.

romastrega

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> I recently fell UP a flight of stairs in a parking garage - lovely hard concrete. I still have bruise on my shin.

Don't know why stories of pain make me laugh, but I cracked up reading several of these tales of fashion injury woe. The students in my library must think I'm a loon (they'd be right, too.)

alexsim

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> @hamburgerhotdog:
You know I have a pair of Born loafers, they have no real back just a little lip to keep your foot in. That damn lip doesn nothing but tear and blister the skin on the back of my heel. Last time I wore them I was walking the mile back home from the train station crying from the pain.

Twilly

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> @leMaldeTete: How in HELL did you TEAR a sweater??

bifteck-frites

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> @templedrake: sorry about that but i do know your pain! i had to consciously (i was on the verge of passing out!)tell myself not to pee infront of the bf because then i would just die. but the urge was strong, believe me.

summerlover

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> @skinnybonejones: Oh yeah, I have quite a few drunken retardation stories. Like the giant cut and splinter in the bottom of my foot. Never get drunk and then try to show off your old basketball moves on a decrepit wood porch.

I have one REALLY great story about getting glass in my knee from my stripper days. But it's not fashion-related either. ahem.

lolly71

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> @hamburgerhotdog: Hee!--twin tales of injury, apparently. Hope your ankles heal quickly; I know too damn well how much that suuuucks.

Snaffles

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> My little sister ended her ice skating career with a badly broken foot from playing laser tag in platform clogs.

Fatwetdog

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> @lolly71: I was going to post a v. sad photo from last NYE, when I skinned the fucking CHRIST out of my knee, but that was drunken retardation, not fashion-related...

I think I manage myself well in that dept. I wasn't injured, but I did drive for about 5 miles on HWY 80 before I realized that reaching into the backseat with one of those one-shoulder tops on will EXPOSE YOUR BREAST to everyone else on the HWY. That was great. Um, what else...

I've actually DJd upon many a grated surface in heels, actually, which generally involves my being a) hella wasted and b) dancing a lot without injuring myself. So I'm proud of that.

SBJ

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> My first day in London doing a study-abroad program, the admins announced we were going to be exploring the city all day to help us get over the jet lag. I was wearing new shoes that, unbeknownst to me, had rigid backs of doom. There was a pool of blood in the heel depression of my right shoe by the time I got to take them off, and I spent the next few weeks wearing either flip-flops in January, or padding my shoes with layers upon layers of gauze.

Snaffles

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> So I bought a pair of those "comfortable" Born shoes yesterday for when I work in the hospital and my feet are literally bloody today. I had to wear clogs to work because the back of my ankles are raw open sores. And lord only knows those are about the least fashionable shoes I can think of.

Fuck it, I'm sticking to heels.

hamburgerhotdog

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> Late this summer, walking up one of the escalators at the Delancey F station, I caught the edge of a step between my foot and my gold metallic thong sandal. I pitched forward, "falling up" the escalator steps, and consequently banged my left kneecap directly into the corner of one step. I practically blacked out because it startled me so badly -- I had to sit awkwardly on a fire hydrant so I wouldn't fall over, while I watched the blood dribble down my leg.

I hobbled to our destination but realized standing was harder than I thought. My boyfriend was with me and found hydrogen peroxide & Band-Aids at the nearest bodega. While I was waiting for him, a sweet older Mexican lady got me some ice from her restaurant. A thoughtful man passing by gave me the Band-Aid he'd been keeping in his wallet (thanks, but no thanks).

Anyway, long story short, my knee hurt for weeks going up and down stairs and still gets sore when it's damp out, and I now have a distinctive "vampire bite" double gouge scar on my kneecap that took forEVER to heal.

P.S. I was not drunk.

bifteck-frites

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> @skinnybonejones: I'm impressed! I always end up with sheet burn on my elbows. Um..nevermind.

lolly71

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> Also, I love the quote "I was felled by a man bag". That is hilarious.

blackbirdfly

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> @heidiho: sheesh, a tumor from stilettos? furthermore, 18 HOURS in stilettos?

yet another reason i'm happy i wore flats today.

rednrowdy

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> Not me, but a guy friend of mine in boston was in a hurry on 9/11 to tell his GF that he was ok (he'd been on a flight early that morning), grabbed a hat instead of a bike helmet, and went flying when said hat flew off his head while he was going 20mph downhill and he took both hands off the handlebars to catch it.

Landed on his face and showed up at the GF's door covered in blood.

The guy still has scars on his face and arms.

BaconBits

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> @ClockontheStove: I did that in high school, except I was acting the ass and tried to go up the down escalator. Ripped off a toenail and sliced my knee open. Wandered into The Icing, asking for a band-aid - I have never seen more horrified teenagers.

lolly71

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> The summer before my senior year I was in London and bought a brand new pair of Doc Martens (grunge was in then) ...I wore them the first day of school and ended up tearing up all the skin on my achilles tendon. When i got home my socks were bloody and stuck to my skin, had to wear sandals for the rest of the week. Boy, do I miss those shoes...

waytogeaux

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> In high school, after seeing a YM sailor-inspired fashion spread and thinking I would be the height of cool, I borrowed my dad's Vietnam-era sailor shirt from the Navy. My dad was super skinny, especially at age 18, and apparently these Navy clothes were outrageously fitted. I got stuck in the shirt with my arms over my head. I wasn't injured, execpt perhaps mentally.

blackbirdfly

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> Sadly, this is my 3rd comment (I keep thinking of new fashion-related injuries). I used to have a belly button ring, back when I would show off my belly, and once I got it caught in my car door. I'm still not sure how but it hurt like hell and was never the same afterwards. Needless to say I now have a discolored hole where that pretty little belly button jewel used to be.

blubirde

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> @summerlover: Me too! Except when I fell downstairs I peed myself and went into shock. In an internet cafe. In Japan.

TempleDrake

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]>

One knee belongs to me. One knee belongs to my GF.

Dirty!

SBJ

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> @nadarine: Hazard Duty Pay for Hawaiian Shirt Day? Hell No, it's a Perk. Now "Man-Dress" day - when we all "go native," jump into those long robes you see on the news of the region, then head into the Souks for a little local souvineer shopping and a taste of the local parasites growing in the street food - That's a Different Story (hmmm... and another fasion danger)!

WhyCantAMilitaryGuyJoinInJezebel

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> @the escapist: I can't hear/read anything about someone catching their pinky toe on something without feel nauseous and tucking my feet under me (to keep them safe from harm, obviously).

frecklefacefreak

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> @leMaldeTete: OMG that made me laugh so hard!!! My co-workers are staring at me. That sounds like something I would do.

TruculentandUnreliable

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> @WhyCantAMilitaryGuyJoinInJezebel...: DAMN you for making me laugh at that. Can you get hazard pay for Hawaiian shirt day?

nadarine

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> And I also put on a pair of jeans right out of the dryer and burnt my lady-bits. Thought I had the herps for a week or so.

ClockOnTheStove

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> I'm also a victim of the heel of my shoe getting caught in the cuff of my slacks. It caused a tumble down the stairs. I also broke my big toe wearing super cute open toe shoes to a concert. I got a signed poster from the singer- it's no photo op and Versace band aid but it was personalized with "Sorry about your foot".

confusednoodles

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> I had this kicky pair of red suede boots that I wore to a Christmas party where everybody, I mean everybody noticed them. I got home, and had forgotten I left the box for my fiber-optic Christmas tree in the middle of the living room. As I tripped over it, I put my hands out to stop myself, snowboarder style. I wrenched my rotator cuff and my arm was hanging loose. Had to go to emergency the next day and couldn't work out for weeks. On rainy days, it still hurts.

Gorgeous boots, though.

brendastarlet

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> I fell down stairs at a club when my stiletto got caught in a grate of the stairs. Luckily, I was coming from the VIP section so there was a bouncer at the end of the stairs and I was only a few steps away. He managed to catch me but it still resulted in a pretty big scrape on my shin. (Seriously though, what kinda club has stairs that have little holes in them?) I saw the manager later who was a friend of a friend and he sent over a bottle of tequila to ease my pain. So other than the little scar that still remains, I survived.

Residentdrunkgirl

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> Sheeit, okay. One of my favorites was at this Jane party (aww, Jane!)... I was wearing a skirt as a dress, with a belt around my waist - 'cause I'm a ho - and these stacked wooden platform sandals and I was maybe a leetle drunk and the place got effing crowded and the only way to get between floors was to take this super narrow, lubed up staircase jam-packed with revelers. Sooo, midway down the staircase I slipped in a patch of rum or something and took my ass express down to the next landing, domino-effecting 4 other people. Oh my god it HURT! You know when you fall on your ass and it hurts so bad it makes you nauseous? That. I tried to pretend I was fabulous and could dance it off but had to leave within five due to searing buttpain and a geriatric lurch. My entire right cheek turned this gorgeous shade of purple and that was the day I learned that I DO have stretch marks!

leMaldeTete

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> tripped up subway stairs in SUPEr pointy shoes. Threw shoes away when I got home. Stabbed in boob (with blood!) by renegade underwire from bra. Threw bra away and got a bandaid. Got an abraision on shin from adorable wellies. Still own, just wear a little padding (sock or jeans) to keep from repeating. ALso, bunions from godawful toe shoes.

sirsnarksalot

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> Oh, fun.

I developed a lipoma (non-cancerous tumor) on my lower leg triggered by a sprain from wearing heels for 18 hours straight one day (longest day ever). Test after test was done until they figured out what the weird lump on my leg was.

Also, I once wore a brand new pair of boots on a trip to NYC, where I walked around all day. My feet were one giant blister. Ugh.

dollywould

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> OMFG you guys! I just broke one ankle and sprained the other on New Year's Eve due to an adorable pair of knee high, brand new Frye boots - I caught my heel in the carpet, twisted both ankles outwards, and went down - so, here I am, first day back at work since before Christmas, a cast on one leg, and a killer pain-pill prescription!!!

olivia2.0

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> Flip flops. Escalator. Toenail. Blood. Owie.

The nail has yet to return.

ClockOnTheStove

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> back in the '90s i was rocking 1 of those printed tahitian type sarongs

needless to say i got tangled in it and fell down some metal steps

my leg was so bruised and swollen i was given crutches

hypnotic

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> I have two.

1-I was in Macy's trying on a BCBG dress. I got the dress on only to realize the little cap sleeves were way to small for my arms. I managed to get most of the dress back over my head, but when I got to the arms I was stuck. So there I am in the dressing room stuck with my arms in the air, dress over my head (therefore unable to see), and in some pretty ghastly underwear. My choices were to yell for my friend or pull really hard and risk ripping the very sheer little sleeves. My friend came to the rescue (thank God the doors had no locks) and helped me pull the dress off.

2- I own a pair knee-high Frye boots. I paid good money for those boots. Besides being sweaty, they're not too bad. The only issue is the complete lack of tread on the sole. I have slipped many, many times but the worse happened this October. My friend came to meet me so we could go out for a few drinks. I was standing outside my building waiting when I hustled to the stairs to meet him. I got to the top of the stairs, slipped and when flying down the entire set. I put 3 holes and 4 runs in my tights and gave myself some awful rug burn. When I got outside my friend asked "Did you fall? Because I heard a really loud boom."

Twilly

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> The last pair of Nikes I will ever buy rubbed two toenails off my feet, right at the beginning of the summer. It's hard to pull of sandals with nasty blood blisters where the toenails used to be.

I've also gotten stuck in clothes in dressing rooms, and ended up with scratches and scrapes from tags and zippers.

petuniacat

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> I thought of another one. About 10 years ago those cuffed, wide-leg pants were all I wore. One day I caught my huge Lil' Abner shoe on the cuff and tumbled down a flight of stairs. Luckily it only resulted in a shin bruise, which can still be seen, 10 years later. The damage to my ego was all-encompassing though.

blubirde

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> Fashion hurts.

BowlingForDollars

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> No ER worthy stuff, but let's see....
1. Went flying down a staircase after getting the heel of my knee-high boot caught on a step, just skinned my knee from that.
2. Dislocated my right shoulder from carrying a huge fanschy-schmancy tote (because I just kept throwing stuff into it and, well, it was a huge bag, so enough said).
3. Broke my right big toe in a couple of places from cramming it into a pair of too small, too tall, MJ shoes that I was SO excited about because I bought them on super-sale at Barneys.

mightymouth

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> @ thatonegirl: LOL! you made my day. Too funny!

summerlover

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> I have pterodactyl feet, so I've just had to accept that any pair of real heels (of which I have very few) is going to tear my toe-knuckles into a bloody mess the first and possibly second time I wear it.

Gabbo

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> most of these stories above are why I can't even look at heels at the store...no matter HOW cute they are.

cupcakes is allergic to magic

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> i can't top these stories, but i do have a recent anecdote. looking for NYE dresses (black sequin) and trying to be cheap, i went to wet seal - forgetting that i have the body of a tall grown woman and not a prepubescent fifth-grader.

anyway. found one such black sequinned dress (cap-sleeved shift dress), size large (although i am a size 8), and it was indeed too short and too tight - so tight, in fact, that it got stuck as i tried to pull it off overhead and scratched the skin around my underarms. i was so worried that people in adjacent rooms might hear me struggle that i didn't really appreciate the injury or the pain at the time. but later, when i was home and changing clothes, i caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and saw huge red welts resembling cat scratches on my underarms.

i ended up paying about five times as much for a simliar dress over at banana republic (it was actually cut for someone with boobs and was cut to be a respectable length). for me, being cheap usually does not pay off in the end when it comes to fashion.

thatonegirl

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> oh, forgot to say i was wearing a black pair of jimmy stilletos.

summerlover

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> oh, and there was that time in 4 1/2" strappy wedges that I tripped on nothing and rolled my ankle. Freakishly enough, I got up and was fine, and continued walking for the rest of the night (probably 3 miles, all told- it was summer). Then, six hours later, I come home, take off my shoes and sit down, and when I try to stand, my ankle is completly fucked. Swollen like a melon and took three coedine to take away that pain, plus not being able to walk for four days. Damn lack of insurance meant I never got to see a doc, either, because on the fifth day, I was able to hobble and figured that meant it would heal on its own.

nadarine

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> @skinnybonejones: I'm waiting for the sex/fashion injury story.

RosemaryF

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> Recently the underwire in my bra broke free and skewered me in the sternum, leaving my decolletage (which, being a A cup, is nil) tragically marred.

SpasticusArtisticus

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> Every time I think there's no way I could love Simon Doonan any more than I already do, he does something to up the ante. LOVE HIM!

Also, if I had a dollar for every time I've been trapped inside a garment in a fitting room, I'd be able to afford that Prada thing Linda Wells got trapped in.

I fell flat on my face after tripping on a brick sidewalk in flip flops on my way to class in college. I ripped open my jeans, skinned my knee and spilled my drink (just a Coke) everywhere.

DorothyZbornak

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> So, there I was, minding My Own Goddam Business while summering on the banks of the Tigres in the Cradle of Civilization... It was "Hawaiian Shirt Day" in the compound, relaxing with a case of Near-Beer after a busy night helo-ing soldiers into and out of Baghdad. The sun was bright and you could smell the sunscreen and cordite wafting in the light breeze. You know, the sort of Perfect Day that just screamed for you to take off the heavy body armour and take it easy for a bit. We were chatting away outside of our tents when the first morters hit the ground. Fortunately, only a couple of minor cuts and a deafening ringing in our ears. Oh, the perils of Fasion in a Desparate Place! Next time I'll know better. No more short-sleve shirts!

WhyCantAMilitaryGuyJoinInJezebel

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> Remember those wedge flip-flops that were popular a few years ago? I do. I fell off one. While carrying about 100 pounds of unintelligable books (studying for the bar). And I broke my foot. I had a glorious trip to NYC planned 2 weeks later where I wanted to visit Bergdoffs and purchase beautiful, beautiful shoes, but alas, I only got sympathy from the salespeople (after one look at my hideous "boot") while my friend shopped to her heart's content. I'm still bitter. And broken. My bone never healed right because I refused to wear the boot on a night out on that same NYC trip and busted my foot even more. Nice.

blubirde

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> I have a pair of clogs that always turn my ankles painfully when I wear them. But I keep wearing them anyway, because they're cute and I'm stupid.

Sassette

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> fell down a flight of stairs - stair at a time x 12 - and broke my tailbone in front of my bf at the time. had to sit on an inflatable donut for weeks! funny now but not then.

summerlover

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> Okay, I've never reeeeally had a fashion-related ER visit but I did have to tear my way out of a sweater in a J. Crew dressing room one time. Like, tear the sweater in half. I get claustrophobic!! The thing wouldn't get around my elbows so I started to thrash and then I realized what I had to do: very slowly and silently tear the damn thing in half and stuff it inside another shirt. Crisis averted; don't worry, I'm okay now.

leMaldeTete

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> OMG, you guys, these stories are terrifying. All of my injuries are sex-related, not fashion-related.

SBJ

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> Not sure if flip-flops count as "fashion," but the summer before my senior year of college, I broke my nose (and my glasses, and my heavy ol' manual camera), gave myself two black eyes and scraped all the skin off of my schnozz when my flip-flops got caught on a seatbelt as I was trying to exit a minivan in rural Idaho. For the next two weeks, I looked like I'd had the crap beaten out of me.

Jaydubs

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> surprisingly, I think the only fashion-inflicted trauma (unless perms are fair game, in which case OMG CHIA PET HAIR) I've been afflicted by is rather tame: fishnet stockings that were just tight enough that when removed, I had a spiderwebby pattern embossed on my legs for what seemed like hours.

Well, and that one time in undergrad when I fell victim to frostbite in my open-toed shoes, but that wasn't so much "fashion attacks!" as it was taking the wrong bus, being let off miles from my destiniation, and having to walk over 2 miles of unshoveled sidewalks to get to the damn theater. (If I'd taken the correct bus, open-toes would've been ok, as the total outside-walking distance would've been about 20 feet.)

nadarine

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> I get stuck in things in fitting rooms all the time. I occassionally buy them. Once I got really panicky that I was going to have to cut it off of me, though. And then I found the zipper.

I've had many near-miss bustings, but none since 3rd grade when I scraped up the side of my face (which had nothing to do with fashions). I have burned my belly on rivets from jeans right out of the dryer.

not.a.clever.name

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> Didn't Nicole Kidman break a rib from all the mad corset action filing Moulin Rouge? Or was that crazy talk?

SBJ

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> My favorite pair of work pants used to be these widelegged slacks with some decorative cuffs at the bottom. On several occasions (as I'm too stubborn/stupid to change my ways), I hooked a heel in those cuffs as I walked down a staircase and went flying. Worst injury was a severely scraped ankle. The pants held up great, though, even on concrete!

Thank god I'm too fat for those pants now.

jenndavo

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> Broke my baby toe on the wheel of former roommate's fake vuitton suitcase. We were dancing in dorm room and unpacking from Thanksgiving break. I was without shoes and hooked the toe on the wheel and let out an unholy scream. This is officially the stupidest injury of all time.

the escapist

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> @flaxen_vixen: Me too. And I have literally ripped some of them off. Torn arm holes, broken zippers, popped buttons. Hmmm...maybe I need to start buying larger sizes.

BlondeGrlz is having a BlondeBoyz!

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> Block heel boots and dark stairs in a strip club. I caught my heel on the step and felt myself fall, so I grabbed the handrail. The force of me falling combined with a pivot point meant I whipped around, full force, into the edge of the stage right next to me. Swollen, bruised lip, blood blisters on my hand and a carpet burned knee.

lolly71

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> Walked a mile in my friend's black patent stilletto ankle boots. When I got back to the apt., my feet were bloody. She was really pissed I'd bled all over her boots. It was a very cold day so I hadn't felt the pain.

Kataluna

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> @quietcal: of course, I mean stilettos, I just can't spell today.

quietcal

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> an old roommate once fell down a flight of wide ass stairs imbedded in the ground because she was wearing giant Tron-inspired Steve Madden boots. She sprained her ankle and bitched about it for no end for a month.

HoneyLush

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> Does serious damage to self-esteem count?

AmazonRedheadedUberVixen

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> I slipped on some garbage wearing a pair of Marc Jacobs wedges and shattered my ankle. i had to wear a very heavy duty cast with a walking cast on top for months. the walking cast was so think that I had to wear one slightly high heeled shoe (2.5 inches maybe) on my un-injured foot to even things out, so everybody thought I was faking. Sighhhhhhhhhh. that was embarrassing.

TempleDrake

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> Slid down stairs on my knees due to poor-fitting sandals. I had a bruise on both legs straight from my knees to my toes.

RosemaryF

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> I second Linda Wells...I have been trapped in innumerable items of clothing in dressing rooms that went on perfectly fine.

flaxen_vixen

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> Oh my goodness gracious, this is the funniest thing I have read all day. I heart Simon Doonan more than I can possibly express (in Tim Gunn territory) and that he was felled by a man purse could not be more fitting. Keep it to two pounds honey.

Pinkosaurus

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> I have a (still) broken bone in my foot from wearing stilletos everyday for a year at the high-end boutique I worked at. Yes, we were required to wear the company's shoes, but in all fairness I could have chosen the flats. However, I felt the customers were less bitchy to me when I was taller than them.

quietcal

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> I'm too poor/lazy to have ever suffered at the hands of fashion.

But I am really interested to see what everyone else has to say.

friedeggsammich

]]> <![CDATA[You're Not A Real Fashion Victim 'Til You've Landed In The ER]]> Um... Were you my tourguide at Georgetown? I guess not, cause she was walking backwards when she bit it. But wow -- it was hilarious.

Ttterri

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