Dear TOMS,
When I first got you, I wasn't sure if you'd live up to the hype. Everyone was wearing you, and they were all obsessed with how great you were. I had heard how comfortable you were, and I was in the market for shoes that wouldn't hurt my feet when walking around a lot.
Even though you cost a little more than I like to spend on shoes, I decided to give you a chance. After all, it's a good cause. I resisted the temptation to buy children's sizes just to save a few dollars and went for the real, adult sizes. When I tried you on in stores, I was still skeptical. A friend warned me you ran small, but I wasn't sure how small. When I asked, she said hers went from uncomfortably tight to perfect. So I bought you uncomfortably tight. She was right. It took a few days of wearing you, but you were perfect.
You have been a lot of places with me. You were there when I boarded a plane for my first international flight (solo, no less) to a continent I'd always dreamed of. You were there when I explored the streets of my new home, and when I got to know the city. I went hard in those first few days of sightseeing, walking for hours, and you held up well. And again, when I tried to cram as much as possible into my last few days before I left, you were there for me.
Now I've been home for a few months now, and you're still my go-to shoes. You've been through good days and bad, rainy days and sunny skies. You've suffered cobblestone and sand, and more rain than you're really meant for. You're definitely showing a little wear, but it's something to be proud of, a badge of honor for all you have been through with me.
I love you, TOMS. I wish I had more shoes like you.
Love,
Stefani
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