Uggh

I have a dirty little secret.

This is what I wore to work today. And yesterday.

They are what I wish I could wear to work everyday. They are what I wish I can wear to sleep, to swim, to dance, to jog.

Yes, they are the fugliest, boarish, poop-resembling, clunky monstrosities known as Ugg boots.

I don’t really consider myself a trendy person.  I wear shirts from the 9th grade and prefer vintage shops and consignment stores to Forever 21 or Abercrombie & Fitch (do people still wear that? See how not trendy I am?) I love clothes and accessories and colors and style but it’s the distinct style that amplifies a person’s personality and complements their looks that I most prefer; not merely wearing something because everyone else is wearing it. I don’t own a pair of Ray-Bans, I don’t own Rainbows, I don’t own an iPad.

So what am I doing wearing the ugliest pair of shoes known to mankind?

When my sister first brought them home, I laughed at her for 10 days straight. “Wow, I can’t believe you are one of those people.” I scoffed, my one-of-a-kind yellow ballet flats purchased at a night market in Hong Kong glinting their superiority over her run-of-the-mill mall-bought, so-last-year-and-why-would-you-wear-this-in-sunny-Cali Uggs. (Uggs, what a fitting name.)

But then, she forced me to try it on.

“It’s not my size.” I argued.

“I stretched it a bit.” She countered.

I held my stubbornness for a couple of months. Then, one day, I had to run out the door to get something.  The only pair of shoes in my line of sight were the Ugglies so in my haste, I succumbed and slipped my feet in.

And I was a changed woman. The heavens opened up and I couldn’t believe that I had denied my feet this pleasure for so long.  This was better than any foot massage, foot soak, foot scrub, pedicure, or fuzzy socks. So this is why 20 million Uggs were sold in 2007. I am a convert, ugly shoes or not.

But then I never wore the Ugg boots out in public. As addictingly alluring they are, my vain self just won’t let myself walk out in them.  You know, beauty is pain, right? And especially not to work! When matched with my cute skirts and cardigans?! Talk about being not good enough! I was always a firm believer in dressing professional for work. It gives what you’re doing…more of a purpose.

But then I went to New York this past weekend. And I walked all over the city. In really uncomfortable shoes. Even after a foot massage, my limbs were in grave pain. So yesterday, I tossed them on, thinking, “I’m not feeling well. The fashion gods will forgive me.”

I’m still not feeling well. The fashion gods will forgive me.

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