Looking down actually makes me happy because the glitter taps into my inner Dorothy of Kansas and allows me to travel to a magical land called Oz of My Childhood.
In a way, it's therapeutic. At least that's how I justify paying so much money for them.
Wearing them in a city, which no longer prizes individuality and creativity, my feet get a lot of stares from strangers. Luckily, my feet don't have feelings of insecurities because they are just feet.
And these are just another pair of shoes.
YES
I love my new pumped up kicks. Mahalo Hedi.
NO
Watching Wizard of Oz doesn't cheer me up as much as wearing these shoes.
MAYBE
You don't need shoes to cheer you up some days because you have Prozac. It beats alcohol.
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