I think Cinderella and I would have gotten along because of the sole [pun intended] idea that we both love shoes. I don’t know what it is but there is something about a pair of pretty shoes (at a pretty price) that can make a girl like me feel a little more excited about crawling out of bed in the morning. I’m not positive, but I bet even Eve jumped out from her hammock excited to put on her favorite pair of Chacos before she began her long day of eating fruit.
The more I think about it though, the more I’ve come to realize that we will often revolve not just our wardrobe around our shoes, but our lives. Tell me, who etched the rule that heels make girls look skinnier? And since when did flip flops need to be purchased at White House Black Market instead WalMart? We have been hypnotized to the idea that we need something to make us feel complete – and it isn’t Jesus or love or pizza.
I haven’t watched the movie Confessions of a Shopaholic, but I imagine it is just as chaotic as I have pictured it in my mind to be. Women screaming over shoes at a half-priced-middle-of-no-where-hole-in-the-wall store. It’s true, we are our own worst enemies: we buy to fill and we yet still feel empty. Now I don’t know what the answer is that will heal us from our own negative self-image, but maybe we should stop accessorizing our lives and just live our lives. Period. Just as simple as that. Want black flats? Who cares, read a book. Broken heel on your pumps? There’s your black flats!
While it may be true that we feel a little more beautiful and our steps get just a little bit lighter when we’re parading our newest shoes around, but we should never substitute fashion for comfort. In fact, we should never sacrifice ourselves for fashion. Because let’s face it, at the end of the day when that fairy tale ends, Cinderella is complaining about the blisters she’s gotten from those damn glass slippers and Prince Charming is just trying to drown her out with ESPN.
And that’s no happily ever after.