Yes no yes no yes no?
Red blue?
Yes red, no blue?
No red, yes no?
In out, up down?
Do don’t, can can’t?
Choices sit on the shelf like
New shoes in a shoe shop.
If the in crowd are squeezing into a must-have shoe
And the one pair left are too tiny for you
Don’t feel compelled into choosing them
If you’re really a size 9, buy that size.
While everyone else
Hobbles round with sore feet
Your choices should feel comfortable
Or they aren’t your choices at all.
Why limp when you can sprint?
―David Baird, Fiesta of Happiness: Be True to Yourself
Holy cow! I’m not a shopper so I didn’t expect this to resonate so much. I’m a TRUE size 7, a size which is impossible to find thanks to all those who quash their feet into a 7 because they think it’s “dainty.” It drives me nuts, my size is NEVER on the sale rack thanks to the “Denial Shoe Damsels.” You know what isn’t dainty? Foot flesh and veins oozing over the edges of your new Seychelles there, lady!
[oooh! I’m snarky today! Please forgive!]
I love your snark! Not a shopper either, but he hits the nail on the head. We spend so much time trying to fit into a some one else’s mold, when we could just be the best version of ourselves.
By the way, I’m a size 5 super narrow, so most of the time stores don’t stock my size at all!