ok cinderLA 🤣 —dude i love this. the life lessons and deep questions intertwining with this simple metaphor placed around the shoes…gosh i so relate to the void. healing sometimes feels so empty, like you have to replace the pain with something under your control in order to feel whole with familiarity. for me, ive found who i am apart from the pain thru my art, my writings. sitting in the emptiness that once held the unwelcomed pain, i took the time to feel the uncomfortableness of the silence, and thru patience and the pain of “what now” i grew and filled up that space with my own presence. rewriting the memories in forms of poetry and art, giving myself power over the narrative that was forced on me. i hope you are or will do the same because it helped me immensely💛
I think when your body and mind shoot beyond the average/normal pain threshold, you try to find ways to recalibrate the scales to align with the new tolerance. It is an ongoing process, and I relate to the idea of retreating within to find tolerable and impactful ways to not "fill the void" because, let's be frank, it will never happen. But to find a way to cushion the emptiness through meaningful choices. I am glad you found your way!! & thanks for reading, always look forward to ur input!!
I love this. Felt like it was written for me. I once bought expensive shoes in a size too small and the discomfort and pain was horrible, but I kept wearing them everyday not knowing why I was doing this to myself. I still have them with me and I test them out time to time just to remind me of how painful it felt to walk in them.
I feel so at peace knowing I am not the only one who treats my shoes as if they are this divine reclemation of endurance..... but, you got this babe. don't let the shoes win. hahaha
you're such a great writer omg BUTTT if anyone else experiences this, you can break the heel by beating the shit out of it to soften it. As you said we don't have to be the "strongest soldier" in life but we can find ways to make life easier for us :)
I find it so cool and interesting that you used the metaphor of your shoes to convey your emotions and the need to feel like you need to prove your strength and force yourself to endure pain! Very clever! :)))
Me but with my size too big sambas, and less about proving my resilience (I am a weak woman and avid complainer) and more about I want them NOW NOW NOW I will not wait a SECOND longer to be trendy and the void in my case is that which I *think* I’m filling with the sambas, the void that instantly opens up as soon as I’ve bought them for The Next Thing I Need
Yea for sure. And you would think it would feel satisfactory for at least a good five min but then bam, I need the pink sambas now. I can't tell if i am under the will of my own impulsivity or I just want the pink sambas....
i might be looking way too deep into it but in a way, this reminds a lot of my ex whom i mourned for a very long time. i’m over him now, but i remember the beginning of us and how he didnt want me at first, how we were just friends. gradually, after long years of on and off chasing on my end, i finally had him, but i knew it wasnt right all for some reason. feeling that way was super degrading because similar to your need for white sambas, my need for him kinda was the only thing that connected us, and when i finally had him, all the pain i endured seemed pretty stupid. love is never a waste though, ive learned. you can love white sambas and recognize the things you went through for them but still have the courage to accept that maybe a new size is the only way to move forward, maybe even a whole new shoe too, who knows? this was really beautiful to read, thank you.
Wow, the parallel you drew between my shoes and your past relationship is uncanny. The shoes are everywhere. I am glad you were able to understand the situation as for what it was. The right person will come along. You'll come across a pair of chanel heels and I will go to the store as soon as I can to find a new size of the sambas haha. i think i am ready..... thank you for reading and thank you for your comment...
thank you very much! and yes, despite the heartache it gave me, not once, not a single time did it not complete the outfit I was wearing. they truly are timeless.
My mum always made my sister and I buy bigger shoes and bigger clothes because "one day we'd grow into them". Thank you for articulating something I never really knew how to understand.
ok cinderLA 🤣 —dude i love this. the life lessons and deep questions intertwining with this simple metaphor placed around the shoes…gosh i so relate to the void. healing sometimes feels so empty, like you have to replace the pain with something under your control in order to feel whole with familiarity. for me, ive found who i am apart from the pain thru my art, my writings. sitting in the emptiness that once held the unwelcomed pain, i took the time to feel the uncomfortableness of the silence, and thru patience and the pain of “what now” i grew and filled up that space with my own presence. rewriting the memories in forms of poetry and art, giving myself power over the narrative that was forced on me. i hope you are or will do the same because it helped me immensely💛
thank uuuuuuuuuu,
I think when your body and mind shoot beyond the average/normal pain threshold, you try to find ways to recalibrate the scales to align with the new tolerance. It is an ongoing process, and I relate to the idea of retreating within to find tolerable and impactful ways to not "fill the void" because, let's be frank, it will never happen. But to find a way to cushion the emptiness through meaningful choices. I am glad you found your way!! & thanks for reading, always look forward to ur input!!
Um wow, I have no words to describe how I feel like right now. This whole article is a metaphor of so many things in my life
Aww thank you means sm <33
I love this. Felt like it was written for me. I once bought expensive shoes in a size too small and the discomfort and pain was horrible, but I kept wearing them everyday not knowing why I was doing this to myself. I still have them with me and I test them out time to time just to remind me of how painful it felt to walk in them.
I feel so at peace knowing I am not the only one who treats my shoes as if they are this divine reclemation of endurance..... but, you got this babe. don't let the shoes win. hahaha
you're such a great writer omg BUTTT if anyone else experiences this, you can break the heel by beating the shit out of it to soften it. As you said we don't have to be the "strongest soldier" in life but we can find ways to make life easier for us :)
thank you so much haha. tonight i will rain haveck on those shoes. No more mashocism. truly. you just saved me money from therapy.
I find it so cool and interesting that you used the metaphor of your shoes to convey your emotions and the need to feel like you need to prove your strength and force yourself to endure pain! Very clever! :)))
thank you, seriously! I think the shoes, somehow must have heard me because sine I wrote it, the pain has increased. haha
Me but with my size too big sambas, and less about proving my resilience (I am a weak woman and avid complainer) and more about I want them NOW NOW NOW I will not wait a SECOND longer to be trendy and the void in my case is that which I *think* I’m filling with the sambas, the void that instantly opens up as soon as I’ve bought them for The Next Thing I Need
Yea for sure. And you would think it would feel satisfactory for at least a good five min but then bam, I need the pink sambas now. I can't tell if i am under the will of my own impulsivity or I just want the pink sambas....
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i might be looking way too deep into it but in a way, this reminds a lot of my ex whom i mourned for a very long time. i’m over him now, but i remember the beginning of us and how he didnt want me at first, how we were just friends. gradually, after long years of on and off chasing on my end, i finally had him, but i knew it wasnt right all for some reason. feeling that way was super degrading because similar to your need for white sambas, my need for him kinda was the only thing that connected us, and when i finally had him, all the pain i endured seemed pretty stupid. love is never a waste though, ive learned. you can love white sambas and recognize the things you went through for them but still have the courage to accept that maybe a new size is the only way to move forward, maybe even a whole new shoe too, who knows? this was really beautiful to read, thank you.
Wow, the parallel you drew between my shoes and your past relationship is uncanny. The shoes are everywhere. I am glad you were able to understand the situation as for what it was. The right person will come along. You'll come across a pair of chanel heels and I will go to the store as soon as I can to find a new size of the sambas haha. i think i am ready..... thank you for reading and thank you for your comment...
This was such an enjoyable read! Thank you for your brain ❤️
thank uuuuuu <3
Can’t go wrong with a clean pair of white Sambas. They’re timeless, comfy, and somehow just work with everything. I loved the way you delved into this
thank you very much! and yes, despite the heartache it gave me, not once, not a single time did it not complete the outfit I was wearing. they truly are timeless.
Real strength is in knowing when to endure and when to say “this does not deserve my suffering”
This is funny as hell 🤣
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My mum always made my sister and I buy bigger shoes and bigger clothes because "one day we'd grow into them". Thank you for articulating something I never really knew how to understand.
thank you for your sweet comment <3333
Beautifully written!