My Issue With Boots

Walking through Target on Sunday, I decided to take a stroll through the shoe department.

You know, checking to make sure there was nothing new.

No hidden clearance items that I HAD to have.

One aisle in particular was decked out in several varieties of boots.

Tall boots. Short boots. Black boots. Brown boots. Boots with heels. Boots with no heels.

SO MANY BOOTS.

I wanted them all.

Last year, I was lucky enough to find a pair of Candies boots at Kohls that fit perfectly.

But now that they've seen better days, I'm looking for a new and not so raggedy pair.

Boots have become the go to shoe for fall and winter outfits.

They're a must for any girl.

As I found a pair of boots that I immediately fell in love with, I slipped off my tennis shoe to pull up the caramel colored boot.

Stop.

I pulled. I pulled some more. I tugged. I tugged harder.

Stuck.

THE PROBLEM I'VE HAD MY ENTIRE LIFE.

My calves are abnormally TOO big.

They're ridiculously large. 

 Like elephant calves.

I've cried many of tears over the years because boots don't fit right.

This use to be an issue that truly embarrassed me.

It bothered me to the core.

I didn't really accept my flaw until the last few years.

I think dating Cody has helped me out a lot.

He always has loved the way I look, even when I didn't.

He's helped me understand the importance of confidence.

And I know that he's the only one I care to impress.

I think I've grown up a lot too.

I've come to the realization that it's not something I can change.

It is the way it is.

God made me the way he did.

And I should be appreciative that I even have them to begin with.

I can't lie though and say it doesn't sting a little every time I try a pair of boots on and realize they're not going to fit. It does. But now, it's on to the next pair, the next store.

 And I'm at peace with that.