Cindarella and the perfect fit slipper

There is so much philosophizing on what makes women love and buy shoes that I have been seriously bored with all the concepts and ideas in the fashion universe. The truth of the matter seems pretty simple to me: every time I look at shoes I feel my heart race and my system move on to release dopamine, norepinephrine, oxytocin, serotonin and whatever there is that makes me ecstatic, thrilled and sparkling. That’s powerful stuff. Besides my shoe size does not fluctuate with my weight or my age. It’s impossible that my shoes can make me disappointed with myself. In fact there’s a proof that a great pair of shoes can instantly lift our spirits because it changes the curve of our posture, which can evoke an inner feeling of confidence and sexiness. We are suddenly, taller, thinner and shapelier.

My point here is that we women have a very emotional and deeply personal relationship with our shoes. Only FYI there is no cure for such obsession. As much as I love my Chie Miharas, because they are comfortable and chic and not universally trendy, but cool, flirtatious and just different, I realize I love them also because they are the foundation of the image I want to broadcast to the world. It is not that I don’t want to have a pair of Manolo Blahnics or Jimmy Choos, but I can’t afford them. In fact I can’t afford most shoes that I buy and yet I continue to buy them, because this act sets me free. I can play with shoes and express in many ways everything I am or want to be. Every time I buy shoes I keep repeating to myself “life is too short”. Yes, it is that simple guys: “women and their shoes” equals “men and their beer”.