Cliché or not, my favorite pair of shoes are my Toms. They are comfortable, they get me through a 12 hour shift of waitressing, a nice walk, a run to the grocery store, adventuring down cobblestone in far off countries, or just a lazy day at home. They are easy to slip on, and while they may not have the best support, they are fashionably, and comfort wise, everything I need in a shoe.
These are my favorite types of shoes. They aren’t everyone’s and that is okay. After wearing them for a year, almost every day, they are beginning to get a little faded and a small hole is forming at the toe.
The sole of the shoe has formed to the shape of my arch and the canvas has shaped its self to my foot. Therefore, if anyone else attempted to walk in my shoe, they would feel uncomfortable. The shoe would be either too tight or too lose. They would most likely want to take my shoes off and wear their own. Because, ew. Why would they be walking in my shoes in the first place.
Shoes in some way relate to us in our lives.
We can either decide to be the shoe or the foot. We mold ourselves to those in our lives. Some People wear us out way too quickly and give us holes. The holes never heal themselves and usually the shoe must be thrown away. Everyone has their own preference to the type of shoe, or in this case the type of people we associate ourselves with. Some people however, don’t mind wearing shoes with holes in them. That I must admit is me. My favorite pair of shoes just simply cannot be replaced by a new pair. It only takes a whole other year for the shoe to become my favorite, and that is too much work, and money Il be honest. The people who are a new pair of shoe and are shiny are usually not very supported and the newness only lasts so long. Those who can embrace the holes and the dirt on their shoes I believe have the most character. Each rock stuck in the sole or dirt stain has a story, just as each wrinkle with age and scar on skin tells a story of happiness and life.
