Mar 16, 2009 16:45
I just bought some new boots to replace my disintegrating old friends. When I them on, it was an instant love affair. So comfy! But I was a little iffy on how they looked. Kind of a cross between boots you could wear to work, boots you could wear skiing, and boots you could wear in Bladerunner. Then I decided: fuck it. I’m not like those punk kids who say, “I don’t care what anyone thinks!” and then spend eight hours spiking my hair. I’m going to buy these boots because they're damn comfy and functional, and that's the epitome of not caring. I don’t want to wait until I’m old to be able to enjoy walking.
There are a few women in my life with crippled, twisted toes from “looking good” so many evenings. Women who keep going back to their plastic surgeon even after he makes one eyelid droop permanently. Women who laser out their pubic hair. I know they look down on me for not having the latest styles, etc. And you know, I might not look as “good” as they do when I’m 40, but everyone ages past looking good eventually. The most you can give yourself is a few more years of vanity. Then it becomes more about the energy you project: is this person comfortable in their own skin? Are they smiling? Do they smell like gardens and banana bread, and do they make you want to take your shoes off and stay a while? That’s who I want to be.