Shoes

Shoes are interesting things. Weird, I know. But I recently bought a new pair of shoes. Why would this matter? Well, in reality, it doesn’t. But here’s the thing, I don’t buy anything with a heal. Except now. Not a huge heal, maybe only an inch or so, but it’s a big difference to me. While the shoes are currently quite uncomfortable, I know they will stretch out and work better. I have other shoes of this same brand that I wear to work because of their arch support. So, I have some confidence that these shoes will also be comfortable. But these shoes somehow make me feel different about myself. More confident maybe, or more dressy, or more feminine, or sexy, or something. They aren’t fancy or really very fashionable (not that I know anything about fashion). I really think the heal makes a difference. I can’t really explain it because I don’t understand how a simple shoe could change “me”, but it does.

And then I go home and immediately remove the shoes because they are so tight that after 5 hours wearing them, it takes my feet 3 hours to return to looking like feet instead of looking like the imprint of my socks.

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