Shoes Everybody in our family wears different shoes. Pops' shoes are either black or brown and shiny. They never have any stains or dirt on them. Clean like the emergency room. And my mum, my mum's shoes are sleek and stylish ranging from a pair of Toms flats to Michael Kors wedges. Very fancy. Dani's shoes aren't actually shoes. She wears open toed slippers everywhere she goes no matter what the weather is like. She doesn't even think about wearing anything but her Reefs black and purple flip-flops. Julia, who is the oldest sister, has a new pair everyday. But me, my shoes are all messed up. My burgundy Vans have been through it all so it's no wonder why they have holes at the heels and toes and have lost their fuzzy, comforting suede leather feel. Like an old teddy bear that's been sitting in the garbage for a week, like a carpet with acrylic paint spilled all over it, like a smelly locker that used to belong to a slob, like a gross pair of dirty shoes that no one wants. No one except me. Though I have had many opportunities to throw them out and buy new ones, I never have and never will. They are what make me feel safe, they are what I sleep on, and they are what I keep. The teddy bear, the carpet, the locker.VANS FOREVER
Everybody in our family wears different shoes. Pops' shoes are either black or brown and shiny. They never have any stains or dirt on them. Clean like the emergency room. And my mum, my mum's shoes are sleek and stylish ranging from a pair of Toms flats to Michael Kors wedges. Very fancy. Dani's shoes aren't actually shoes. She wears open toed slippers everywhere she goes no matter what the weather is like. She doesn't even think about wearing anything but her Reefs black and purple flip-flops. Julia, who is the oldest sister, has a new pair everyday.
But me, my shoes are all messed up. My burgundy Vans have been through it all so it's no wonder why they have holes at the heels and toes and have lost their fuzzy, comforting suede leather feel. Like an old teddy bear that's been sitting in the garbage for a week, like a carpet with acrylic paint spilled all over it, like a smelly locker that used to belong to a slob, like a gross pair of dirty shoes that no one wants. No one except me. Though I have had many opportunities to throw them out and buy new ones, I never have and never will. They are what make me feel safe, they are what I sleep on, and they are what I keep. The teddy bear, the carpet, the locker.