A girl can’t be perfect. As much as I’d like to admit that all my clothes are organized by color and shade and all my shoes are lined up alphabetically by designer name, the hard truth is… my clothes are often laying on my floor waiting to be folded, and my shoes – well, they’re lying on the floor of my car, in the cold, next to the trash and a bottle of house cleaner. My poor shoes… I’ve deserted them.
Even worse, it’s all my fault. They don’t fit. I knew they didn’t when I put them on. I knew they didn’t quite fit when they first arrived in the mail. “They’ll shape to my foot,” I told myself. “They just need a little breaking in.” I was wrong, so wrong, so painfully wrong.
I’m not the only one, though. 70% of women are wearing the wrong size shoe. It’s a tragedy. Too cute to put down. Such a good deal that you just can’t resist.
“If the shoe fits, but it in every color.”
I don’t know who said it, but they should have put the emphasis on IF THE SHOE FITS. For some reason, I tend to focus on the buying it in every color part.
Well, now I’m paying for it. My feet are killing me. My toes were squished to the max, and the cute and trendy black and gold pointed toe shoes that I adore have now made my pinky toe start to disappear behind the others.
It’s an epidemic. Get informed. You’re wearing the wrong size shoe. You’ll need to get rid of all of the cute shoes that you have because they’re killing your feet. You’ll have long term damage from this, ya know!
What to do? What to do? SIGH.
(This is where I’m supposed to offer you advice on what to do. The only problem is – I think I’ll try again another day.)
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What’s your closet confession?