Okay, so does anyone remember my “train
talks” post about Belinda? And her bad shoes? Well, I’ve had a realization
today: I am Belinda. As I was standing in line at Starbucks waiting for my
medium hot white chocolate mocha, in my black dress with my makeup done, I was Belinda.
On my feet were none other than my
brown Uggs. And you might be questioning, why were my Uggs, which didn’t match
my outfit at all, on my feet?
Because I had to drive and I hate
heels. Comfort always comes first. I’m assuming, for Belinda, it was some sort
of the same thing. And just like Belinda, I got the same weird looks that I gave
her.
So, Belinda, I’m sorry that I didn’t
realize your value for comfort earlier and I salute you.
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