Because you’re all that excited, of course. Have a lot of photos of my feet, my shoes, my insoles, and the combination of all three, so you can see why I need really sensible shoes.
These are the shoes, on my feet.
These are the shoes, not on my feet. I know, I know, they’re really not that exciting. I like them, but then I’m weird and like pub carpets and Xenakis and sherry so what would I know, but more importantly they are good for my feet, and with my feet that’s important because I have to wear…
…these orthoses most days in most shoes otherwise I end up in a reasonable quantity of pain because my feet pronate. Furthermore whereas quite a lot of people are meant to wear insoles like these as provided by your very own NHS podiatrist, most of those orthoses are a pretty standard make and fit – they mould them a bit to your feet, but apparently mine because my feet pronate more than most have to be custom-made from scratch. The good thing about going to the podiatrist is that when you’re fitted for new insoles they make lasts of your feet using strips of plaster of paris which they soak in warm water and then wrap around your feet and it feels lovely.
I tried to take some photos of how my feet should be and how they actually are without the insoles but I’m not sure how well you can tell but I shall upload them anyway. Prepare for feet (surely not the most attractive of things at the best of times, but from this angle and wearing skintights….yum, basically. Or not).
Right. It’s kind of hard to tell (but believe me it’s even harder to try and balance whilst taking pictures of your feet and pretending you’re standing up and not bent double and anyway you’re taking the bloody photos with an iPhone, honestly, the things I do in the name of this blog…) but basically in the first photo you can see that my feet have rolled in so that basically my ankle and the body of my leg has essentially got its centre of gravity over to the inside of my feet if not out over thin air, and my arch has basically collapsed. If I concentrate I can roll my feet up as in the second photo so that my arch is more pronounced and the centre of gravity of my legs, if you like, is plum square above my feet, as it should be. If I don’t wear my insoles my knees get twisted and painful and then my hips and then my back and you really don’t want to meet me when that is the case.
Obviously wearing those orthoses in most shoes makes them fit differently and that’s why I end up with calluses and corns from wearing shoes that most other people would find perfectly comfortable. Oh, and I’m apparently going to get bunions when I’m older.
So to all those of you still half-growling about pretty shoes, heels, feminism, patronisation, fashion naziism and all the rest of it, there you go. My new shoes take my insoles comfortably, support my arches a bit more than most shoes, and personally, I like them. And for all those of you who don’t have to worry so much about the fit of a shoe, I salute and envy you.
Gone are the days of ‘if I wear a different pair of shoes each day I’m going to hurt different bits of my feet each day and that’ll make the whole thing slightly less bad’ – from now on I’m going to stick to shoes that don’t hurt my feet. And if that means that for the rest of my life I own far fewer pairs of shoes, so be it.