tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10136851.post115326734185534040..comments2024-03-28T05:42:39.921-07:00Comments on She Just Walks Around With It: She Just Walks Around In Green Sneakerskristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00879301751663532121noreply@blogger.comBlogger28125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10136851.post-91304327110881820962011-05-16T20:44:11.137-07:002011-05-16T20:44:11.137-07:00Awww, sweetie! ;p
*HUGS*
Yeah, we all have insecu...Awww, sweetie! ;p<br />*HUGS*<br /><br />Yeah, we all have insecurities, even me [I think I'm the 5'4", size 12 version of beach/hippie Barbie, heh]<br /><br />I'm not much of a spiller, too often, but OMG, I am totally a faller, tripper, loser-of-balance.<br /><br />I can't wear heels. No frickin' way! Never taught myself properly, really, and have had enough weird bone issues that it isn't healthy for me.<br /><br />However! 1-2" heels are sometimes okay, if the brand is good. Naturalizer. Taryn Rose are amazing, there's actually arch support. Expensive, though, so ebay is a good way to go for those! ;p<br /><br />I had the black/silver version of those shoes for years and years. Finally got rid of them years ago after realizing I'd had them since the old college boyfriend was around...now I have serious running shoes most of the time, and some cute sneakers, and just got a pair of athletic Mary Janes, which I'm loving. [All Rounder by Mephisto]<br />& got some nice, leather, fancy but Teva-esque shoes by SAS last summer. ;p<br /><br />You're awesome. Rock it. ;-)Al_Palhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10260615221471924302noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10136851.post-1153541692067068442006-07-21T21:14:00.000-07:002006-07-21T21:14:00.000-07:00I just want you to know that you're sort of my her...I just want you to know that you're sort of my hero.<BR/>And I have those blue shoes.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10136851.post-1153415394995253572006-07-20T10:09:00.000-07:002006-07-20T10:09:00.000-07:00New to your blog but mesmerized by your writing. M...New to your blog but mesmerized by your writing. Maybe someday I will be as strong as you and as honest as you with my feelings...Mitchypoohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00291508569472607541noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10136851.post-1153407165685869372006-07-20T07:52:00.000-07:002006-07-20T07:52:00.000-07:00I am one of those skinny blonde bitches in BCBG he...I am one of those skinny blonde bitches in BCBG heels. Size 0. And citycat and april were both right--we all fight insecurities, all the time. <BR/><BR/>I have lived for 17 years with a man who I think once loved me but moved quickly towards contempt and dislike and emotional abuse (which I internalized and believed and began to have serious self esteem issues) (don't judge please--I had two small children and remember I truly believed everything was my fault since I was so obviously unlovable). I've pulled myself together and have met and been with a man for a year who loves me, and treats me SO well, and yet I still struggle with how can he love me, as I still see myself as unlovable. And the real kicker is that he sees PAST the attractive blonde hair and skinny body to the person inside--just like Ish sees past your charming (really!) breezy elegance to see you.<BR/><BR/>I've learned the hard way that women, no matter our size, hair color, shoe wearing ability, grace, or ability to wear our meals (which I do with an A cup!) all have our insecurities, and that we need to STOP tearing ourselves and others down and support each other.<BR/><BR/>You're an amazing woman, one who has been through a lot and who's life is richer for it, and one who deserves the love of Ish and the acceptance of yourself as a lovable woman.<BR/><BR/>I rarely post, but I stalk, and I had to tell you that skinny girls go through the same things...we're all one.<BR/><BR/>Keep writing--I'm a teacher and you have talent.<BR/><BR/>LAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10136851.post-1153377258231593222006-07-19T23:34:00.000-07:002006-07-19T23:34:00.000-07:00I'm sorry you had that moment. I totallyl understa...I'm sorry you had that moment. I totallyl understand. It's the everyday things that can just totally make the picture come crashing down on.<BR/><BR/>Nice shoes though. He sounds like a good one.Kriscohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08099598535511829553noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10136851.post-1153359178373954422006-07-19T18:32:00.000-07:002006-07-19T18:32:00.000-07:00You gotta love a man that says..."Honey... I love ...You gotta love a man that says...<BR/>"Honey... I love your _______" (insert green sneakers, ass, meatloaf...or whatever of yours that you know is not necessarily loveable).Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10136851.post-1153354129912699132006-07-19T17:08:00.000-07:002006-07-19T17:08:00.000-07:00I had those exact sma esneakers in red. I wore th...I had those exact sma esneakers in red. I wore them all over town with all sorts of clothing that didn't go because I loved them so so much.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10136851.post-1153341338377778092006-07-19T13:35:00.000-07:002006-07-19T13:35:00.000-07:00I'm 5-10 AND an large person and I never wear heel...I'm 5-10 AND an large person and I never wear heels. Right now I'm at work in a suit and I have on New Balance shoes. I once went to the Emmys in a beautiful silver suit and small heels that stayed on for 30 minutes, then on went the New Balance. And you know what? Nobody notices and nobody cares. So be comfortable and be happy!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10136851.post-1153339773083726872006-07-19T13:09:00.000-07:002006-07-19T13:09:00.000-07:00Heels always look great in theory (and when one is...Heels always look great in theory (and when one is sitting down). But I don't know how the hell people walk in them. There are women I see wearing stilettos all day long at work. How the hell do they do it? One of life's mysteries. <BR/><BR/>As for the crying, well, it's always the little things that seem to set us off, eh? All that stuff builds up inside and comes out at just the last moment we want it to.<BR/><BR/>My own lil story: I cried in court once (I'm a lawyer, for the moment). In front of the judge. For what seemed like an eternity. And it wasn't because I lost my argument, it was because 36 hours of pure frustration just decided to come out at that inopportune moment. Man, was I glad to hear that that judge retired last month, so I never have to step up in front of him again. :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10136851.post-1153339268054517722006-07-19T13:01:00.000-07:002006-07-19T13:01:00.000-07:00K! I'm totally THAT girl, too! All my shirts have ...K! I'm totally THAT girl, too! All my shirts have stains on them and I STILL WEAR THEM. I sometimes wear heels that kill my feet, roll my ankles. My hair in DC heat gives me the cotton ball look. I'm NOT a skinny bitch at all. And yet I still smile and charm. I totally know how and what it feels like. Just keep being yourself. You're great just as you are. Ish knows that, just as much as we all do...Sarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06055745269151344014noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10136851.post-1153338997174041942006-07-19T12:56:00.000-07:002006-07-19T12:56:00.000-07:00May every woman be so fortunate as to have an Ish ...May every woman be so fortunate as to have an Ish of her own. Cute sneakers by the way :)<BR/><BR/>Oh, and Aarwenn, Jason lived through me getting up and crying just about every morning for a year because I hated my job and state in life so much. You are not alone, and aren’t we lucky?Shananiganshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08537301327510516106noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10136851.post-1153335489207323452006-07-19T11:58:00.000-07:002006-07-19T11:58:00.000-07:00I have gone through that very same thought process...I have gone through that very same thought process so many times, not always involving heels but other various insecurities screaming at me. Two things: You've got to try out Aerosole shoes and the totally awesome gel insoles that they sell at Nordstrom's shoe department that makes heels tolerable. <BR/>Another thing I always think about: why are we so afraid that we will lose them? How come they are not afraid they will lose US? I'm trying to figure out how to get closer to their mindset than mine former neurotic one...<BR/>By the way I really respect you for airing out what you truly feel but many of us are too afraid to say. Thank you!eugeniahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09575284674878182628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10136851.post-1153327985428095812006-07-19T09:53:00.000-07:002006-07-19T09:53:00.000-07:00The real question regarding Ish - does he have a b...The real question regarding Ish - does he have a brother? Hehe.<BR/><BR/>But seriously, he is definitely a keeper and you, my dear, are simply fabulous.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10136851.post-1153327623078310722006-07-19T09:47:00.000-07:002006-07-19T09:47:00.000-07:00OH MY GOD, honey, this is EXACTLY what happened to...OH MY GOD, honey, this is EXACTLY what happened to me yesterday morning. It wasn't about shoes; it was about me being the kind of young woman that is excited about her job and CAN GET UP IN THE MORNING WITHOUT A CIRCUS PRODUCTION, because I can't and I view this as the biggest issue facing the world today. Because obviously I could end world hunger and affect world peace if someone would just LET ME IN ON THE SECRET of how OTHER people get up every day without turning into the biggest witch of the west.<BR/><BR/>And if I'm late, god help me and the LT. We went for coffee on the way to work yesterday morning, even though I didn't want to because I didn't have time, because I also committed the cardinal sin of saying, "No, I have time"--even though I didn't--and we got out of the coffee shop and I, too, started to bawl. Loudly. The LT was just as surprised as Ish. But just as gentle. This happened YESTERDAY, k. Are we psychically linked?Aarwennhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04803036088464900924noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10136851.post-1153327002063958182006-07-19T09:36:00.000-07:002006-07-19T09:36:00.000-07:00The next time you see the skinny bitches, remember...The next time you see the skinny bitches, remember that they're probably going to fall down too, because their shoes are teetery and they ARE a skinny bitches who cannot hold their liquour. They're looking at you and your green sneakers that you were smart enough to carry, and they're a little green. Booze or envy? You decide. <BR/><BR/>And when the man by your side tells you he loves your green sneakers, then you don't worry about tomorrow or next week or next year. Right at that moment, someone is looking at you, in all your breezy elegance, thinking "Damn, that woman is kooky. I LOVE IT!" And the look on the face of the skinny bitches at that moment will be, I assure you, one of envy.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10136851.post-1153324347694327182006-07-19T08:52:00.000-07:002006-07-19T08:52:00.000-07:00I will never have a wardrobe filled with nice clot...<I>I will never have a wardrobe filled with nice clothes because I will spill something down my shirt the at the first opportunity</I><BR/>It's the boobs- there are many of us out here who are similarly afflicted. <BR/>Wearing dark colors helps, and the friends I know well have grown accustomed to the fact that I lean much farther forward than is really seemly to avoid splotching ANOTHER t-shirt with sauce or syrup or random condimenty goodness. That helps too. <BR/>(also, soups are of the devil. Just fyi.)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10136851.post-1153320603965522102006-07-19T07:50:00.000-07:002006-07-19T07:50:00.000-07:00After that, I love your green sneakers, too.After that, I love your green sneakers, too.Sharihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15385334281789964098noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10136851.post-1153320599308838502006-07-19T07:49:00.000-07:002006-07-19T07:49:00.000-07:00I think everyone thinks that they don't look put t...I think <B>everyone</B> thinks that they don't look put together. I look at my best friend and think that she's super skinny and wearing BCBG all the time with no stains, and she is looking at me and thinking that I have a great boyfriend and straight teeth and she doesn't. It's like <I>Romy and Michelle's High School Reunion</I> - we all have our insecurities, and look up to other people, make other people's lives more insecure. It's just a fact of life. That doesn't mean that sometimes we don't cry about it (personally, all my emotions come out my eyeballs, ALL THE TIME)- the great thing is that you have a great guy like Ish that is there for you and great friends to lend a shoulder once in a while.<BR/><BR/>And I like your sneakers, too.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10136851.post-1153317218844419372006-07-19T06:53:00.000-07:002006-07-19T06:53:00.000-07:00Aww. I won't go on about myself. But you're love...Aww. I won't go on about myself. But you're lovely. Emotional outbursts, green sneakers and all.Christinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11530892587771136443noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10136851.post-1153316698646286392006-07-19T06:44:00.000-07:002006-07-19T06:44:00.000-07:00The thing is, all those girls you think you want t...The thing is, all those girls you think you want to be like probably have all the same damn insecurities and issues that we all have, and just wearing a pair of heels doesn't fix them. Then they probably come here and read you and think, "God, I wish I had even a fraction of her talent for writing and connecting with people."<BR/><BR/>Thanks for writing.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10136851.post-1153312596105448092006-07-19T05:36:00.000-07:002006-07-19T05:36:00.000-07:00I also can't wear heels. I own a few pairs, but I...I also can't wear heels. <BR/><BR/>I own a few pairs, but I'm usually too afraid to wear them, partly because they're uncomfortable, and partly because I'm afraid people will look at me and wonder, "who does she think she is trying to pull off those shoes? I'm afraid that people will think that the shoes are wearing ME.<BR/><BR/>At least you were brave enough to actually leave the house with them on.<BR/><BR/>And BTW, he sounds like a good one.TwinsGoddesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09408606035762981315noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10136851.post-1153282630184764972006-07-18T21:17:00.000-07:002006-07-18T21:17:00.000-07:00Okay, Kiki, I may as well confess... Poor Em inhe...Okay, Kiki, I may as well confess... Poor Em inherited her special breezy elegance from me and she must have passed it on to you in that wading pool. I'm so sorry. <BR/><BR/>Have I told you that SW gave me my very own hip hop name? It's Shudda Worna Bib. Talk about glamorous. Yet, I believe that he loves me not in spite of, but because of the way I wear my food and catch people on my jacket strings and exit the ladies' room with two feet of toilet paper stuck to my shoe. Somehow, he finds it all highly entertaining. It's such a plus to have someone in my life who describes my most embarrassing moments as my "greatest hits". How can you not love a guy like that?! Bravo to him and to Ish! xoxoxoAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10136851.post-1153276122123208752006-07-18T19:28:00.000-07:002006-07-18T19:28:00.000-07:00Oh baby! He's a keeper. 110% for sure. (As if yo...Oh baby! He's a keeper. 110% for sure. (As if you didn't know that!)<BR/><BR/>Don't feel bad about your emotional upchuck. As I was reading it I was in tears thinking about the number of times that something seemingly minor, brought out a tidal wave of insecurity in me.<BR/><BR/>Most recently, I had a crapy week followed by a long weekend. During which the first two hours of, I dropped the rediculously expensive digital camera that my husband bought for my birthday. It broke. I stood there, looking at the sunset over the Pacific, which was now fuzzy through all the tears I was holding back, and every stupid memory of dropping, breaking, spilling and tripping over things came back. Followed by all the reasons that I am a complete dumb ass who should not be allowed out in public and whose husband should be ashamed to be with her.<BR/><BR/>*sigh*<BR/><BR/>He just kissed my forhead. Put me back in the car and went on our way as if I had not just had a meltdown on the side of the road. Held my hand as if I was the last best thing on earth and never wanted to let go. Told me he loved me. No matter what I dropped, spilled or tripped over.<BR/><BR/>He's a keeper tooFostermamahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08958097167173219637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10136851.post-1153275859436278642006-07-18T19:24:00.000-07:002006-07-18T19:24:00.000-07:00Score one for Ish. 'atta boy, good answer! That ...Score one for Ish. 'atta boy, good answer! That made me sob and laugh all at the same time.<BR/><BR/>K ~ he's with you honey, right now. This is your life. It's happening. Here it is. This MOMENT. He's with you right now and that's really what matters and as soon as you get that, you can get on with the business enjoying your life and living in THIS moment. Then you won't have to look back and wish you'd savored every second as it was happening.<BR/>*with love and compassion*<BR/>~TonyaAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10136851.post-1153272165563018802006-07-18T18:22:00.000-07:002006-07-18T18:22:00.000-07:00OMG, all of this is so many places I have been and...OMG, all of this is so many places I have been and things I have thought (um, ok, except all those parts about Ish... there are other names that fit in there). I just want to hug you and tell you that you're fabulous and how much I enjoy reading your blog and how in awe I am that you put it all out there for all of us. <BR/><BR/>OK, so I just did (except for the hugging)!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com