This happened yesterday, but I thought I’d post it today since it was already pretty late.
Anyway—yesterday my mother went shopping like she usually does. She decides to get me running shoes randomly, so before she asked me what my shoe size was. I, of course, responded truthfully and told her that I didn’t know—because I rarely have to buy new shoes. She laughed and told me to never tell anyone that, and she asked me to try on various shoes that we had at home.
I obliged and she was pretty shocked to see that I was probably a ‘9,’ and she said that it was pretty small and that she’d get me shoes that were size 9—and went out.
Like 2 hours later she came back from shopping and got whatever she got, and then called me down to show me the shoes she got—she was pretty proud of herself and showed me that she got me some special brand of running shoes. She told me to try them on, and I expressed my gratitude briefly and did as she asked.
However, they didn’t fit—they were slightly bigger than they should have been. I told her this, and she was utterly taken aback. She admitted she got ‘9 and 1/2’ because when she was browsing the shoes, she refused to believe my feet were as small as ‘9,’ and assumed that I must have been ‘9 and 1/2.’
She was adamant that I must have merely not tightened the shoes correctly, but I assured her that I had. She then asked me to actually lay my foot bare onto the floor, just so she could see how small it was. As I did so, she laughed and said that I had small feet—and that they were genuinely the same size as a woman’s. ‘Twas obvious that she didn’t have any real malice behind the words, but that was genuinely so brutal to hear.
She assured me that it was okay, and that she’d return the shoes and buy me a smaller pair of the same kind, and we both went out with our routines. However, she mentioned in passing to my sister that my shoe size was ‘9,’ and my sister gave this shocked, malicious sneer as she then felt the need to exclaim that it was the same size as one of her friends.
I felt pretty dreadful for the rest of the day, but it has practically subsided by now—I am even more of a truecel than I had thought—it is naught but another aspect of the blackpill one will never escape.
Brutal!
Anyway—yesterday my mother went shopping like she usually does. She decides to get me running shoes randomly, so before she asked me what my shoe size was. I, of course, responded truthfully and told her that I didn’t know—because I rarely have to buy new shoes. She laughed and told me to never tell anyone that, and she asked me to try on various shoes that we had at home.
I obliged and she was pretty shocked to see that I was probably a ‘9,’ and she said that it was pretty small and that she’d get me shoes that were size 9—and went out.
Like 2 hours later she came back from shopping and got whatever she got, and then called me down to show me the shoes she got—she was pretty proud of herself and showed me that she got me some special brand of running shoes. She told me to try them on, and I expressed my gratitude briefly and did as she asked.
However, they didn’t fit—they were slightly bigger than they should have been. I told her this, and she was utterly taken aback. She admitted she got ‘9 and 1/2’ because when she was browsing the shoes, she refused to believe my feet were as small as ‘9,’ and assumed that I must have been ‘9 and 1/2.’
She was adamant that I must have merely not tightened the shoes correctly, but I assured her that I had. She then asked me to actually lay my foot bare onto the floor, just so she could see how small it was. As I did so, she laughed and said that I had small feet—and that they were genuinely the same size as a woman’s. ‘Twas obvious that she didn’t have any real malice behind the words, but that was genuinely so brutal to hear.
She assured me that it was okay, and that she’d return the shoes and buy me a smaller pair of the same kind, and we both went out with our routines. However, she mentioned in passing to my sister that my shoe size was ‘9,’ and my sister gave this shocked, malicious sneer as she then felt the need to exclaim that it was the same size as one of her friends.
I felt pretty dreadful for the rest of the day, but it has practically subsided by now—I am even more of a truecel than I had thought—it is naught but another aspect of the blackpill one will never escape.
Brutal!
