Never Forget To Change Your Shoes
Start writing a post
Health and Wellness

Never Forget To Change Your Shoes

Change your shoes as often as your underwear... and your perspective.

69
Never Forget To Change Your Shoes
Carli Henrotay

I believe in shoes.

I was born late at night, but I was completely normal. I was healthy; my family was happy.

Uggs represent comfort; I know I will always have my friends and family by my side, and they will never leave. They love and support me, in everything I do, and I know they will always believe in me- no matter what I choose to pursue. Uggs represent the warmth I feel whenever they’re around.

The only things abnormal were my big toes- they were small (Why are big toes small? I always wondered) The doctor assured my parents I was fine, all they said was, “She’ll never wear flip flops when she’s a teenager” [They obviously misjudged me because I love my big toes more than any other part of my body].

Flip-flops represent my carefree spirit and freedom. They symbolize my love of summer and swimming and Cardinals baseball games. Flip-flops represent my ability defying the odds of everyone and loving the life I live.

As a child, I was never home. You’d probably find me on the sports field, or the pool, or the dance floor, or flying high on the trampoline. I loved every single solitary second of it. I was that really annoying child crying on the sidelines if I got benched or couldn’t play my favorite position- yes, sorry, I was that spoiled brat (I blame only child syndrome). Though I was five, and clearly wasn’t the next Carly Johnson or Matt Carpenter, I believed I was- even though I could barley do a cartwheel or catch the baseball flying at me (sorry there was a pretty butterfly, what was I suppose to do?). I constantly believed I had bigger shoes to fill. One Sunday, my dreams of being the star athlete shattered like the smooth surface of the water when you do a cannon ball.

Toms represent my daily struggle to cope, as well as the hardship I endure every single day. My life is far from easy- from having to find someone to do my hair, or even put on my shoes. Toms represent that no matter how hard my life gets I can’t give up, because the struggle isn’t everything.

I was a careless, free-spirited five year old. I was unstoppable; I didn’t need any help (even if I couldn’t use a toaster- by the way, this hasn’t changed). One day, I woke up like every other Sunday morning at our lake house. My mom was working, and my dad was cleaning our boat so we could get back home. I needed breakfast, so I ran in the kitchen, asked my mom to turn on Spongebob, and lift me up on the bar stool so I could eat while watching the obnoxious sponge.

When I was done, I screamed bloody murder for my mom to get me down, because I had better things to do (like sit on the couch instead of watch from a bar stool). When she didn’t come immediately, I decided I could do it myself- I slipped, fell and smacked my back on the tile floor. Wailing, my mom came running, and that’s when she saw the lump on my back. She moved me to the coach, and quickly yelled for my dad, who was four floors down and at the end of the dock (yes, she screamed that loud). Hours later, when the swelling didn’t dwindle and the pain was just as real, we packed the car and got me to the doctor where our family's life was changed.

FOP? Three letters that changed my life forever. Fibrodysplasia ossificans progressiva. No more sports, no more recess, no more carefree life. My life was over, or so I thought.

I was never a pessimistic child, and I quickly learned that because of my diagnosis, I had to change my shoes. Being negative wasn’t something I was good at, and it definitely wasn’t something I wanted to be good at. So, I changed my heartbreak into something positive. I decided I did not need to give up everything I loved; I just had to find a way to participate differently.

So, I put on my tennis shoes, and I changed my life. Like FOP, tennis shoes are not my favorite thing- they’re constricting and gross. But no matter how unhappy I am (or my feet are), I gotta live my life, and I gotta move on

My life is hard, but I have to accept that. My new life can be everything I want it to be, I just have to find a new way to accomplish the task of making my “new” life all that I want it to be. I knew this was something I could handle; I just had to figure out the best way.

Bare feet represent my freedom. FOP doesn’t encase my life, it doesn’t stop me, it doesn’t limit me. Bare feet represent my freedom to be whoever I want to be, and do whatever I want to accomplish.

Without walking a mile in my shoes, you’ll never know my struggles, and even though that’s a stupid cliché, it’s something I believe in whole-heartedly. My life is challenging, but so is yours. I don’t know your challenges, and you don’t know mine, but change your shoes for a mile, and maybe you’ll see, those shoes aren’t so easy to fill.

Report this Content
This article has not been reviewed by Odyssey HQ and solely reflects the ideas and opinions of the creator.
houses under green sky
Photo by Alev Takil on Unsplash

Small towns certainly have their pros and cons. Many people who grow up in small towns find themselves counting the days until they get to escape their roots and plant new ones in bigger, "better" places. And that's fine. I'd be lying if I said I hadn't thought those same thoughts before too. We all have, but they say it's important to remember where you came from. When I think about where I come from, I can't help having an overwhelming feeling of gratitude for my roots. Being from a small town has taught me so many important lessons that I will carry with me for the rest of my life.

Keep Reading...Show less
​a woman sitting at a table having a coffee
nappy.co

I can't say "thank you" enough to express how grateful I am for you coming into my life. You have made such a huge impact on my life. I would not be the person I am today without you and I know that you will keep inspiring me to become an even better version of myself.

Keep Reading...Show less
Student Life

Waitlisted for a College Class? Here's What to Do!

Dealing with the inevitable realities of college life.

88797
college students waiting in a long line in the hallway
StableDiffusion

Course registration at college can be a big hassle and is almost never talked about. Classes you want to take fill up before you get a chance to register. You might change your mind about a class you want to take and must struggle to find another class to fit in the same time period. You also have to make sure no classes clash by time. Like I said, it's a big hassle.

This semester, I was waitlisted for two classes. Most people in this situation, especially first years, freak out because they don't know what to do. Here is what you should do when this happens.

Keep Reading...Show less
a man and a woman sitting on the beach in front of the sunset

Whether you met your new love interest online, through mutual friends, or another way entirely, you'll definitely want to know what you're getting into. I mean, really, what's the point in entering a relationship with someone if you don't know whether or not you're compatible on a very basic level?

Consider these 21 questions to ask in the talking stage when getting to know that new guy or girl you just started talking to:

Keep Reading...Show less
Lifestyle

Challah vs. Easter Bread: A Delicious Dilemma

Is there really such a difference in Challah bread or Easter Bread?

57419
loaves of challah and easter bread stacked up aside each other, an abundance of food in baskets
StableDiffusion

Ever since I could remember, it was a treat to receive Easter Bread made by my grandmother. We would only have it once a year and the wait was excruciating. Now that my grandmother has gotten older, she has stopped baking a lot of her recipes that require a lot of hand usage--her traditional Italian baking means no machines. So for the past few years, I have missed enjoying my Easter Bread.

Keep Reading...Show less

Subscribe to Our Newsletter

Facebook Comments