Here's the thing: I hate shoes.
Sure, I love a pretty piece of eye candy on my feet as much as the next gal, but let's just keep it real here. I loathe the feeling of them - they're just way too confining. Since I was a little girl, I have always preferred the company of slippers. If you need proof, just take a look at the photo of me as a two year old above. (The memory of that carpet still makes me giggle.)
I have more slippers than most people probably have shoes. I take them with me to work and hide out in them under my desk. I always (and I mean always) travel with them and wear them on the plane. I wore them to Thanksgiving this year and last year for Christmas, I bought Jenner's mother and I matching pairs. Honestly, I'm wearing them right now.
My physical therapist cringed when I recently told her my foot apparel of choice because of their lack of support. So, for the sake of my very flat feet, I'm going to try to kick this dirty little habit of mine. Let's be honest, though, I really don't see it happening. (C'mon, it's like walking on a cloud!). Just please don't tell my physical therapist.