Saturday, June 4, 2011
Bunions and a True Friend
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Spikes: a bunion protection method
So I have bunions. I am sorry if that grosses anyone out. I have been told not to share this information, but, proof above, even the best of us have them. You can have bunions and still be sexy.
I was in my 20's when I received this gift of bunions, but it was partly my fault.
When I was in my teenage years, I went to buy a pair of shoes that I searched all across town for. When I finally found them, to my complete disappointment, they did not have my size. I wear an 8½. All they had was a size 8. Close enough, I thought to myself. I felt like Cinerella’s stepsisters as I tried desperately to fit my foot into the shoe. I finally got my feet into them. My large toes were curled under, but they fit!
Anyway, I wore them thinking my foot would stretch them out because leather is suppose to stretch out, right? To another size? Duh. I could feel my big toes curled up within the shoes. I bought them, and by golly, I wore them. They hurt, yeah, but isn’t that a part of looking good? As I passed by a mirror, I stopped to look at myself. I looked awesome.
Well, as my toes bent, my bones alongside my feet began to bend. Without knowing it, I trained my large toes to grow sideways. Totally worth it to look so good. And so, I have bunions and a slight case of hammertoe.
Well, one of my bunions has begun to hurt over the years, and I became so tired of living with the pain. As I was at the shoe store, a certain brand name of shoe caught my eye. Maybe you have heard of it too? Hushpuppies. All of a sudden I became attracted to them. Real attracted to them. Sure my grandma wore a pair of the ones I was trying on, but I thought to myself, What if I could make them cute with the rest of my outfit? What if I started a trend? Young women wearing Hushpuppies? I could see it now. All of us young mothers wearing orthopedic shoes and being proud while wearing them. They felt like pillows on my feet. My bunion snuggled right into them. They are made for each other, I thought as I looked down sympathetically at my bunion. He needs them.
I talked myself into them with such a strong argument that I got out my credit card, slammed it down on the counter, and said to the salesman, “Let me have these orthopedic Hushpuppies in light tan so I can wear them with everything.” I was so proud of myself and felt so confident about my decision. But.... I would need to run them by one person, just in case. I would need to get one other mom on board, just for a ‘cherry on the top’ boost of confidence. I could totally talk Anita, my friend, into them. She would be buying a pair for herself as well. We would wear them together, and people would look on with envy.
I drove past Anita’s house on my way home. I pulled the box out of the bag to show her, “Anita, open your mind. I need to show you something.” As I opened the box and took out the shoes, before I could even open my mouth to start my passionate speech about orthopedics, she asked a question with a word I have never and will never hear her say again. “What the ---- are those and why do you have them?” I was shocked. I tried to defend them. I tried to explain this great plan of mine. She would have nothing to do with it. “Janna,” she said, “I am sorry, but I cannot let you wear those. As your friend, I have to stop you.”
My shoulders dropped. Deep down I knew that wearing orthopedics was not okay until I am 73. As I put the shoes back into their box, I realized something. Anita was a true friend.
Because only a true friend would tell you not to wear orthopedic Hushpuppies when you are in your mid 30’s.
I am sorry, but I am still a little attracted to them.