This morning, as part of a communication exercise, I wrote a 2 minute talk on something I was passionate about that was separate from my work. I presented it to the group, and after multiple requests I am posting it here.
Shoes are a woman’s best friend. Shoes have never told me it was time we moved on and saw other people. I have said that to shoes, which always exit gracefully and have never stalked me on Facebook. I never have an issue with the size of my feet. If I have to buy a pair half-a-size larger, the manufacturer is to blame, not my lack of willpower or that pizza binge.
A good pair of shoes can change my posture, my mood, and my sense of being. They can change an outfit from casual to formal. They decorate. They protect. They tell the world about me. A new pair can cheer me up, and they’re a lot cheaper than therapy.
Bette Midler said, “Give a girls the right shoes and she can conquer the world.” I haven’t found that pair yet, but I keep on shopping. After all, look at what a single slipper did for Cinderella.