Learning not to care what other people think
The other
week I bought myself some well overdue new work shoes. All in all not a greatly
significant life event you might say, but I beg to differ.
These new shoes would not only serve the practical purpose of protecting my feet from moving cages and kickstools, but symbolised an important shift in my life:
I don't care what other people think.
For my whole career at Tesco (an entire four years as of this week...*spew*) I have relied on the safety of black ballet pumps. They are basic but smart, feminine but sturdy, and for me, they are the type of shoe that I feel most comfortable in.
The other week, however, our grocery manager stopped to talk to me as I was pulling a cage through the back.
"Vicky,
those shoes are giving me the fear," he said to me "be careful!"
Now, the shoes in question were extremely old- I have genuinely worn these babies roughly since I was in sixth year- and they have served me well. But it's safe to say they've been past their best for a while now, and it was only once Lee pointed out how awful they were that I realised I'd better start hunting for a replacement.
And so
this takes me to the important moment in question.
For as
long as I can remember I have done everything in my power to be liked. Whether
this has been through wearing the same kind of clothes as my friends to fit in,
to keeping my mouth shut for fear of being made fun of. It's crippling. But
recently I have become a lot more secure in myself, and with this has come a
welcome sense of peace. Without other people's views of me clogging up my brain
I have made a lot more room for the things that really matter, the most
important of which has been... myself.
So from
then on I decided to leave my pump wearing days behind me, and switch to
actual shoes. For some reason this concept made me quite nervous, despite
knowing numerous girls over the years who have worn black Vans/Converse to work
and looked absolutely fine. But that just wasn't the type of person I was.
I kept
putting the dreaded shopping trip off partly because I didn't want to spend any
money, but also because I really didn't know where to start. Eventually, I
meandered up to Primark (where else?!) with an open mind and a slightly
less readily open purse.
After
clambering up the escalators I found myself surrounded by summer sandals and a
variety of flip-flops, with very little black in sight. Before I could get
distracted by all the loafers and pumps, I let my eyes get drawn to one of the
only all black pairs of shoes on the rack.
From a
distance these bog standard spongey monstrosities did not look attractive in
any way, but they ticked both the comfort and black sole & canvas boxes,
and so I found myself extremely tempted.
And so I
bought them.
For the first time in my life, I put comfort before fashion/appearance... "is this it? Is this what getting old is like?" I found myself wondering. And the answer is probably yes. But further than that:
it was a sign of no longer giving a fuck.
I can
promise you that almost nobody notices what you wear on your feet, especially
at work, so why should you care if somebody is shallow enough to have something
to say about it? I've recently found that doing things for my own sake rather
than suffocating myself with the fear of what social consequences might come as
a result of my decisions has left me a much happier, care-free person. And I'm
beginning to love who I am.
We are
young, and over the last few months I have been working on completely changing
my way of looking at life for the better. I have wasted a disgusting amount of
time in the past worrying about what people say or think about me, how people
view the way I look and stressing about whether people are staring at me when I
sit in a café by myself when in reality, it means nothing. It gets you nowhere.
And if anything, it just makes you more sad.
I think
that for me, a lot of this has come from the amazing and inspiring people on my
course at uni. As drama students, we have a rep for being a little bit 'out
there', but really we're all just young adults living our lives and wearing
whatever the hell we want. I'm slowly but surely following in the footsteps of
all the gorgeous and confident ladies around me and I don't doubt for a minute
that I have them to thank for my new found outlook (if you're reading this, you
know who you are), and I would hugely recommend that all of you reading
this do too!
All of
this kind of ties in with the whole origin of this blog, as it's my
space for my benefit, and if other people enjoy reading this as much as
I enjoy sitting writing it, then mission accomplished. And for those who poke
fun at my hobby? See ya. Your opinion is void, and you are the kind of person
I'm no longer allowing to have any space in my head.
So the
moral of this story is- be brave and do something just for you, who
knows where a pair of slightly ugly (but very comfy) new shoes might get you? I
can guarantee that not caring, or at the very least caring less, what other
people think is the first step to a much happier existence.
Vicky x
We as humans should definitely start seeing life the same way as you do, not to have a better life with ourselves but to have a better society to live in as well. A pair of shoes, or loosing your phone (and decide not to buy a new one as in my case) makes a big difference! Keep writing and I'll keep reading! xx
ReplyDeleteYou're so right!! Hopefully one day, slowly but surely, people will start to worry that little bit less and just live their life to the best they can. Thank you so much Judit!! xx
DeleteWhat wonderful, encouraging words. My first encounter with this sensation was when I went to the cinema on my own, not caring whether I looked like I had no friends. It's a film for god's sake, I'll not talking anyways :p but the fashion side of not caring is... in progress. Your opinion is certainly an inspiration in doing the next step. Xx
ReplyDeleteI keep meaning to go to the cinema by myself actually! Plenty of people do it and it honestly doesn't make any sense to be worried about what a group of strangers might think. Not caring is definitely a very personal kind of 'journey', but like everything I think it will always fall into place eventually! I can't wait to hear how you get on xx
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