My mom has recently claimed I have an addiction, but I seriously don’t know what she’s talking about. Sure, it may have started recreationally and formed its way into a habit, but I wouldn’t say it’s to the point of being out of control – yet.
I know what you’re probably thinking, but I’m not into drugs, alcohol or anything like that; my so-called “problem” stems from something much worse – shoes. No matter how many pairs I have, I still can’t seem to stop myself from buying more. The only thing stopping me from buying every pair I see is the size of my bank account.
I don’t see anything wrong with having a large collection. Shoes are definitely useful because you have to wear them every day. As the saying goes, “no shirt, no shoes, no service.” If I want to go out and get some Froyo, I have to cover my feet somehow. Until our society accepts bare feet, I guess I’ll have to sacrifice by wearing – and buying – more shoes.
The best part about shoes is they literally look good on everybody. While you have to pick clothes that fit and match your body type, skin tone, etc., you can buy those cute flats on the shelf and know you’ll look good in them.
As a shoe aficionado, I do have my standards. I will never, ever wear a pair of Uggs; they’re just too Ugg-ly for my taste. The worst shoes I’ve worn by far are my marching band shoes. We’re required to buy all black gym shoes, which can really only be found in the orthopedic section. Even though my grandma rocks shoes just like them, they’re still surprisingly uncomfortable. I’m not a huge fan of normal gym shoes, in general, but I can deal with them for gym class or the occasional jog.
Don’t judge, but I’ve recently renewed my love for Crocs. I was in middle school when they first became popular, and I fully admit to having followed that trend faithfully. My daily kicks consisted of colorful Crocs and (shudder) equally colorful socks that probably never matched. Yes, I was that kid. Between Crocs and my gaucho phase, it’s safe to say that was a rough time for me aesthetically. I’ve learned a lot since that time, and now realize that neither of those are statements I would like to ever make again.
Buying shoes doesn’t have to be a purely selfish thing. The TOMS brand donates one pair of shoes to a child living in need for every pair it sells. So, for my three pair, three more children in need have gotten shoes – seems like a win-win situation to me! Without my courageous sacrifice, those children wouldn’t be able to walk to school every day and would be more vulnerable to illness and injury.
I’m currently on the hunt for the elusive pair of perfect rain boots. (Hint hint, Mom and Dad, Christmas is coming very soon!) I’ve been interested in the Hunter brand, but I also love other people’s printed boots.
I will gladly walk a mile in another man’s moccasins, but only if I get to keep them!
• Brigid Ackerman is a senior at St. Charles East High School. She enjoys playing the trumpet, eating bread and writing this column, which runs every other Thursday. Contact her at email@example.com