It Seems Like Years Since It's Been Clear

Allow me to complain, once more, about the joys and, uh, not joys of having tinier than average feet. I know they're not some sort of freak of nature or anything, but sometimes it just feels strange to have small feet like mine. On, what was it, Tuesday? My mother and I went back to the Crystal River mall (it's got fewer stores than Gulf View Square, but it's much, much prettier) and I got two new pairs of shoes. Both of them were size fours. One of them is a pair of pink sneakers that, thankfully, also comes in adult sizes too, so I can totally pretend that I wear big people clothes. The other pair, first of all, is awesome. They're sparkly leopard print ballet-style flats with a cute little black bow on top. You know, that style that's all the rage right now, with the rounded toe. The 3.5s were too snug, so I decided to go for the fours and just buy the inserts that make shoes fit better. Needless to say, they didn't work. But the shoes themselves are just so fabulously pretty that I don't mind the potential shoebite and the foot ache that comes from curling my foot up to keep the shoe on (otherwise, embarrassingly, I walk right out of them.) Also, I'm ashamed to admit, the shoes are Hannah Montana brand. This... this is why I don't go shoe shopping. Because I end up with Hannah Montana shoes that are too big. And they don't come any bigger than 4.5, so I can't even pretend that normal adults could actually wear them. The weirdest thing is, when I was fourteen, I had trouble fitting into fives because my feet were too big for them. My legendary mismatched shoes are 6.5s. And yet now, my feet won't fit into 4s! I think I'm shrinking. Or shrivelling up. Or Springstead/Powell gave me swollen feet, maybe. I don't mind blaming the public school system.

They don't say "Hannah Montana" on the sides or anything. Can I keep them? Seriously, look how awesome they are:
( Awesomeness ahoy! )

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