I declare, it will be cowgirl boots from now on.

I bought them in September at the best thrift store in Hollywood, called "Thrift Store" for thirty bucks. They are square toes black leather. Buying used is non-consumer. No product was created to replace that one off the shelf. Reuse. Black leather square toe cowgirl boots. Calf hiegh.

I bought them for thirty bucks the day I left for Burning Man (talk about preparation) to destroy on the playa. You know - the white lifelessly alkaline powder-fine sand and how it can have it's way with whatever it wants. That happened to these boots. Then He shined them (while on me...) and it will be cowgirl boots from now on.

No more chunky high heals that hurt the arches of my blessed feet. For goodness sake, you stand on them your whole life. You should touch them, rub them, scrub them, soak them, thank them every nite. They are underneath you. They carry your everything. They owe you nothing.

And no more substandard "style sneakers". I feel best when my joints are supported and the heal lands softly on the damp earth path, the glittered cement sidewalk, the sprung wood studio floor in the best pair of athletic sneakers a dancer can move in.

If I want my body to feel good, I have to help it feel good. I will never ever wear lace up space alien shit kickers again. Unless it is for a photo shoot. I can do anything for thirty minutes.

And I often do...

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