There's no turning back

America might as well give me the blue passport right now. There is no turning back from Swiss Hero. I've been Americanized. I'm as American as can be. I bought myself a pair of loafers.
Not just loafers. Dr. Scholl's loafers. The brown leather clogs with the gel in the heel.
It all began last year when I moved to Boston and bought myself a pair of Ugg boots. I discovered comfort. Comfort for the feet. From that day on, style was no longer the numero uno requirement for an impulsive shoe purchase.
What really got me over the edge, though, were these two pairs of stoletto heel, pointy boots I bought this winter. You should see them. They look FAB-U-LOUS. Especially with jeans. And when I wear them, you should see me. Actually, you cannot miss me I'm the person who towers over everybody. Gives me that feeling that I'm a top model; that walk of confidence like I'm on the runway.
Gave me the worst foot pain of my life. I have a bunion. Yes, a bunion. I thought that only happened to old people. I was so above the bunion. But I haven't been able to wear another shoe apart from my Uggs or my new SpringBoost Spirit (available in select location on April 15th) for the past month. I cringe at the mere thought over wearing a pair of heels.
Then I was in Charleston and my friend Jermel busted out a pair of clogs. I could hardly believe he would have bought a pair. Jermel is always at the top of his game when it comes to fashion. He is black, he is good looking, he is a former basketball star at the College. Definitely not your typical clog-adept. His take on the loafers: "they are so comfortable."
Every since the Charleston weekend, I've been on the hunt for a pair of loafers. Yesterday I finally found one. I feel like the light has been turned on. Never again will I buy a pair of shoes that is not comfortable. This committment I make to my feet.

I got loafers. From now on, anything could happen. I could buy me a Cadillac, drink root beer, leave all lights on when going out, drive to the health club across the street, rub my hands with anti-bacterial soap every other minute. You just don't know.