Imagine this. You're laid out in the middle of a busy sidewalk with scuffed hands and knees. Were you robbed? Of your dignity, but your wallet's in tact... Just seconds ago, your shoes went flew one way and you flopped in the opposite direction. I don't have to imagine this, because it happened to me a year ago.
For the majority of my early adulthood, I have been sliding around in heels that I have never gotten around to master. I can vividly remember the first pair of heels I bought with my own money. I was at the Nordstrom's department store when they caught my eye. I loved them. They were around 90 dollars, which was nearly half of what I got paid as an intern. Despite that, I asked the sales clerk to try them on. I could barely walk in them, and really was going to leave them in the store. I really was! I was until...
Oh, those are hot!, swooned one woman. Yes, you should get them!!, agreed her friend. I don't know why the approval of strangers somehow validated this, but I skipped to the cash register and paid for my new shoes.
I wore the shoes to my cousin's wedding, and I was miserable! While I didn't fall, I was hardly on solid ground. It made me wonder where this all started. My first memory of being in love with shoes was my mom. I adored walking in her heels and playing dress up. It even crossed over into my dolls! My Barbies were always in heels and pretty dresses. Where did things go wrong?
Things went wrong when I started to wear heels as an early teen. I was awkward and quite unbalanced. Things did not come as easily as my mom made them seem. My distaste for lower heels did not help the matter. Maybe things would have been different, if I had learned to walk before stumbling along trying to run!
At 27, my shoe rack is not a place that holds my favorite things. It's a wall of shame. It's a constant reminder of laying in the middle of M street like an idiot. So, that's it! The buck stops here. I quit. Stilletos, it's definitely you and not me. I'm dumping you for sensible heels and comfortable wedges. I'm never going back to you, because clearly this is NOT a healthy relationship.
-Teneisha
But the poor, lonely, castaway shoes! It's amazing what people, more women than men, but definitely some men too, will put themselves through to "look good". There are times, every once in a while, when I fall into this trap. But generally, it's all about comfort. You're more likely to find me in a sweat suit than anything else. Toss them babies out. Go with boots in the winter and cute sandals in the summer. You don't need the discomfort. :)
ReplyDeleteI can totally relate. I've bought stilletos many times over the years and i just wind up selling them later on because they're not practical. i either can't walk or i'm in pain.
ReplyDeleteWelcome to the low side baby!! lol I was never a fan of high heels and stilletos. But I wore them until my old job moved offices and the new one had no carpeting and I didn't feel like pounding my feet away on tile. Now I don't wear them at all and I'm quite happy. And no more sore feet! :D
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