My shoes look a lot like this: brown, basic, sensible, sturdy. No heel.
Are you surprised? I'm the same woman who wore flip-flops to a fancy Manhattan party. No matter how hard I try, I could never wear shoes like this: Pink, Satin, 10 inch heel. Strappy.
Put me in shoes like these, and I'd entangle the heel in my clothing; I'd fall into the street; I'd look like a fool. But every once in a while, I think that I'm supposed to wear high heels. And they have to be satin and pink and absolutely adorable.
Once I asked my friend (she wears 10 inch heels regularly, with jeans even) if her shoes were comfortable.
"Of course not! I'm in excruciating pain!" she hollers at me. She has to walk back to the parking lot from our building. She's barely making it. I think I see blood.
My shoes, in comparison, look beyond boring. What happened to all my sass?
Many years ago, I chose to throw off the conventions that torture rather than free, that bind rather than release. I've spent too much of my life entangled in fancy externals that masquerade as the good life. In that life, the things that promise freedom actually oppress. You know it because of the pain. You know it because you're following some rule about what's supposed to make you happy. And you can't remember what you love anymore. Instead, you're living a cliche as scripted as pink satin 10 inch heels.
They aren't me. They were never me. I love comfy shoes that I don't have to think about.
Release the buckle and strap, slip off the entanglement, and run free.
I completely agree with you! Live the way that feels comfortable. I routinely choose to ignore silly fashion rules. It keeps the boors away. The latest "you must have your toenails polished if they're exposed" is my favorite rule to break these days. I have never liked the feel of nail polish, and I won't wear it to appease strangers who have nothing better to build their esteem upon than silly magazine rules such as this.
ReplyDeleteYour feet are your contact with the Earth! If they are unable to breathe, your whole body suffers. I've had the same sneakers for 6 years and wear either those or flip-flops everywhere. I've never owned high-heels.
ReplyDeleteI'd love to let my beard grow long like it used to be.
ReplyDeleteBut Julie won't allow it. :)
Ummmmm, is it wrong I have those exact shoes. (The black ones I mean) And the ones I'm wearing now are the second pair of them I've owned?
ReplyDeleteAnd I wear them everywhere except to church! And every time I wear high heels I do exactly what you describe.
But these black shoes are amazingly comfortable. My first pair got me through and agomizing due in August pregnancy working in the corporate world.