I am in pain. My calves are killing me and I feel like beating my head against a wall. I am a woman and I love shoes. I love the way they look, the feel of them when I first put them on, the way they can complete your style, but damn they hurt. I have this really fantastic Bass ankle boots with a 3 1/2 inch heel. They look fantastic with jeans and I feel powerful when I'm walking around in them, but after twenty minutes they are the most uncomfortable things in the entire world. Why does this have to be? I beg to the goddess of shoes to give me the ability to wear shoes that look great without the pain that comes from wearing them.
I have funky toes. They are hideous. Not as bad as some of the toes I've seen sticking out of blue plastic 7-Eleven sandals here in Taiwan, but bad enough. First they are large. My big toes aren't cute. They have hair on them and have a dryness to them that no amount of lotion, butter, balm or spit will get rid of. Then there's this toe that my husband likes to call my hammer toe. It is my middle toe on my third foot. It is longer than the others and I think that it must be a throwback to some prehistoric ancestor. It's nasty and I've tried everything possible to make it lay flat. Right now, I can see a little bubble of it sticking up in my shoe. Yes, I'm grateful that I have feet, but oh I do wish they were beautiful.
So, I've made up my mind to never, ever where uncomfortable shoes as long as I live. Oh, that was a lie. I saw a pair of snakeskin (fake) boots that are just calling my name.
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