I've abstained from this kind of post because I am no good at these metaphors . Somehow , I woke up at 4 am this morning and words began to flow . So for the sake of a lost soul , and sometimes my own , I have decided to give it a try .
You have three favorites out of the 100-something pair that you own and have collected over the years . There is one for comfort , one for business and a pair for a night-out. Sound familiar , ladies ?
All of these shoes serve a special purpose and you love them differently for that reason . On days where you just need to chill , you wear shoe #1 , otherwise known as comfort. As comfortable as they are , you know that you need a new pair but the hole in the front-right hem is only as large as the amount of time you spend staring at it. It's time to take them out to the trash but you hold on because the sole is good. They are so plush on the inside that you don't mind how others feel when you go out with them on. They are for sure worthy of the , " Are you actually gonna wear those?". Noone understands why you refuse to rid of these , but they are your go-to's ..always.
For business purposes , you keep the pointy-toe brown 3.5 heel pumps that you picked up from Zara . They are the perfect addition to any dress-me-up or dress-me-down and sometimes they say "undress me" . These shoes , on the surface , are everything . When you take the faca..I mean shoes off , your feet are aching , red and blistered . But , you looked great wearing them...right ?
Finally - The trusty dusties , you can always depend on these to put the cherry on top . They are what Amy Winehouse consider "f* me pumps" . They make you feel good ... they do nothing else . It's all about what you feel like and who you feel like when you put them on , they lift the booty and make those calves of yours look am-a-zing. Still , when you remove them , they don't give you that glass slipper feel . You're left feeling empty and betrayed by what you felt like when you were in them .hmph.
By now , you're probably thinking of your own favorite shoes , and most importantly , you know that I'm not talking about shoes at all.
For anyone in the 20 and over club who has ever had a pair of these shoes , you know what and how they made you feel when you were in them .
What I've had to learn is that each of these shoes held a cost that was far more than what I paid in the store . My comfortable shoes - I walked the sole out of them , lord knows I didn't mean to be so selfish. My business heels were cool until I seen what they were doing to me . They were perfect and I couldn't let them go but they left so much damage which was not what they were intended for . I entrusted myself to these shoes , knowing full well that they could never be both aesthetically and internally fulfilling . And finally , my night outs . They were such a thrill . My , how all great things come to an end . They could make a t-shirt look like a runway exclusive , but still - when I took them off I was back to looking like plain Jane . What a joke . They were just for the moment , a mask over the true hurt that I was enduring , another unfulfilled pair of shoes .
So what is the benefit of your favorite pair ? Are you running the sole out of them for your own comfort ? Are you convinced that happiness takes an immense amount of pain ? Or are you okay with the chance that the heel may break on your "night outs" and you will be left ... with just the shell of what was ? What a sick and twisted new meaning to "favor ain't fair " .