I have a confession to make. My gladiator sandals that buckle up my leg are utterly unflattering. In fact, in my head I secretly call them the canklemakers. I say it with a German accent, as if I am in one of those awesome Mentos commercials or even the Foo Fighters parody (in my head I am great with accents). And as much joy as doing that brings me, I would not be unhappy if the naked eye could distinguish my ankles from my calves, and these $20 gladiator-y sandals might just do the trick.