I went for an internship interview today, and had to dress like a banker rather than my hippie adjacent self, so I caved with the skirt/suit/"low" heels after not having worn anything with a heel drop in months and no high heels in years.
The day included more walking than I thought it would, and I forgot to bring a change of shoes for the end of the day, so there I was at a store with my kids, in horrible dire foot pain from the heels and the bunions and the who knows what in my fe to et begging for mercy.
When it finally occurred to me that I did not care what happened, I just couldn't wear those damn things a minute longer if I expected to not be carried out of the store.
I was all fancy in a lady suit, and with my kids, and shopping for all kinds of stuff, and there I was, bf in a store. I never thought I'd have the nerve. I know some of you do it all the time, but for me it was a big step.
I received lots of stares, many from employees, but not a soul made a comment.
I was just proud and thrilled to be in the way I want to be everywhere nowadays, and I wanted to share. Silly little thing, I know, but it was fun.
I kept waiting for one of the starers (including employees) to make comments, because I was ready to talk about the horrible pain my shoes had put me through.
But no, just weirder than weird looks, and weirder than I'm used to (I'm an eccentric nerdy person in an interracial family; we get stares for all kinds of reasons, but these stares were new and different and fun but freaky in their own way)
For those who do go bf everywhere with the shoes ready in case you get trouble, but not otherwise, thanks for the inspiration. I have plans to experiment with this further. And to burn the heels.
The day included more walking than I thought it would, and I forgot to bring a change of shoes for the end of the day, so there I was at a store with my kids, in horrible dire foot pain from the heels and the bunions and the who knows what in my fe to et begging for mercy.
When it finally occurred to me that I did not care what happened, I just couldn't wear those damn things a minute longer if I expected to not be carried out of the store.
I was all fancy in a lady suit, and with my kids, and shopping for all kinds of stuff, and there I was, bf in a store. I never thought I'd have the nerve. I know some of you do it all the time, but for me it was a big step.
I received lots of stares, many from employees, but not a soul made a comment.
I was just proud and thrilled to be in the way I want to be everywhere nowadays, and I wanted to share. Silly little thing, I know, but it was fun.
I kept waiting for one of the starers (including employees) to make comments, because I was ready to talk about the horrible pain my shoes had put me through.
But no, just weirder than weird looks, and weirder than I'm used to (I'm an eccentric nerdy person in an interracial family; we get stares for all kinds of reasons, but these stares were new and different and fun but freaky in their own way)
For those who do go bf everywhere with the shoes ready in case you get trouble, but not otherwise, thanks for the inspiration. I have plans to experiment with this further. And to burn the heels.
