Today I bought shoes for the first time since my diagnosis. It was also the first time I bought shoes I would not actually wear for walking. My new sandals will just serve as a barrier between the soles of my feet and my wheelchair’s foot plates. No more worries about arch support or gaping at my heel. No test runs to make sure the shoe doesn’t rub the small bulge on my toe where I once snapped it during ballet. Shopping for shoes was like getting a frivolous accessory for a vestigial organ, a pashmina for my appendix. It was a novel experience, but ultimately too bizarre and sad to look forward to repeating.
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But it felt so normal! So I say shop some more! Especially for fun sluty shoes you could never wear before! Have fun! I just painted Vince’s fingernails and fixed his hair! Lol. Laughter! We need more laughter! Hugs