I was diagnosed with wide feet when I was a child. My mom looked at me and said, it's okay, I have wide feet too, it's not so bad. And it wasn't.
For years I wore comfortable extra width shoes. Until I moved, in sixth grade. That was the year we started middle school. Middle school was where everyone wanted to be cooler than you, unless you were one of the cool kids, of which there were only a few, maybe fifteen or so. These kids had narrow feet and wore cool multicolored shoes, unlike the solid white and blue ones I had.
I had no friends. I felt so bad one day about being unpopular that I went home and yelled at my mom for giving me wide feet and extra width shoes, when all the cool kids got to wear whatever kind of shoes they wanted. I cried. She said not to worry, that your shoes don't make you cool, but that if I wanted we could go shoe shopping.
So we went shopping for a normal pair of shoes. At the mall, I saw ones that were just what the other cool kids had, except when the salesman told me that Adidas typically makes a narrower shoe, I frowned and said I'll try them on anyway. They didn't fit well. They made my feet ache and my mom and the shoe salesman looked at each other and shook their heads. Then the salesman brought out another pair that wasn't exactly like the Adidas, but looked similar. These were better, although they were still a little tight. I knew I could get away with wearing them, that they would loosen up after awhile. So we bought them and I bided my time until school on Monday.
Nothing happened. I wore the shoes the entire week and not one compliment. I was still sad, but I began to feel like it didn't matter as much what shoes I wore, I was going to be unpopular forever. The next week, one of the girls in my science class told me she liked my shoes. Jimmy, a guy I was friendly with from my Math class said they were cool. I didn't look back. Pretty soon Jimmy and I were chummy, and I heard that Chelsea, the girl from my science class had a crush on me. I asked her to be my girlfriend and she said yes. People started talking to me at recess. I realized I was cool.
Now I wear extra width shoes and don't care about it. I like my comfort shoes because I have wide feet. That's me. I'm glad I realized that when I was eleven. Some people never figure it out at all.
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