If I Only Were a Shoe

After a lot of discussion and back and forth between my friends this morning, we finally decided what shoes we would be, if we were to become shoes. My friend Kiera would be a suede work boot. My friend Tika would be an intricate, yet comfortable, hippie sandal. And me? It was obvious.

If I were a shoe, I would be a fuzzy slipper.

Besides the obvious reasons (my fluffy hair and the fact that my skin tends to feel like rabbit’s fur), I think I have many of the qualities of a fuzzy slipper. Sometimes I look really goofy, but the people who like me prefer that I look goofy. Have you ever met a true slipper lover who doesn’t prefer a luscious bunny to a plain red shoe? Of course not, it’s unheard of. Also, I really like to be comfortable. My favorite part of the day, especially in these winter months, is going home, taking my shoes off, and wrapping myself in a snuggly blanket. Maybe this isn’t the most exciting thing in the world, but I’m not claiming I’m a stiletto, am I? No. Although plain, this is purely fuzzy slipper behavior. And as my friend Kiera insists, I make the people I care about feel warm and comfortable too. “Fuzzy slippers make me feel cozy, and you make me feel loved”, says Kiera, ’10. How precious. My other friend, Tika, adds that although I would be quite soft and snuggly as a shoe, I would have a rubber sole. “ ‘Cause you have a backbone”, she says. Aw. I’ve never heard something that cute.

So, I think it’s pretty undeniable now that if I were ever reincarnated as a form of footwear, I would look a little something like the image attached to this post.