Stop wearing socks that don’t fit

This morning I was putting on a pair of socks that were not really made for women with size 11 feet. If I get the heel of the sock in the right place, my toes are all cramped up. So as I tried to find the right spot for the heel to match my heel and my toes not to cry out in agony, I thought, “This is ridiculous. It is time to stop wearing socks that don’t fit!”

I’ve often worn socks that don’t fit. Suffered for it, but wore them again and again. Why? Why wear socks that are too small? To feel like I’m a “normal” person, to fit in, to be part of the crew? Well, phooey, I say. Time to get socks that fit.

Now, I have tried men’s sizes but they are usually too big and it seems impossible to find smaller men’s socks. Do all men have the same size feet? Something tells me that’s probably not so. But where are the men’s small and medium-sized socks? What do small- and medium-sized men do? It must be just as frustrating for them as it is for me. We have something in common and I never thought it would be socks. Or not finding socks.

That’s really the point of thinking about what fits and what doesn’t – we could possibly all be wearing socks that don’t fit. A misfitting of socks. Some of us have to stop freaking out when we see people trying on different size socks, maybe even wearing different sized socks. As long as they are not hurting anyone by wearing socks that fit, as long as they are happy, why should we interfere?

Perhaps it is our own fear of well-fitting socks. Perhaps the shock you may experience when your toes don’t cramp, when the heel doesn’t slide down into the shoe, is what can cause consternation; discomfort. Maybe you want to go back to your old socks – they may hurt but after all, you are used to it.

We need all sorts of people wearing socks that fit. We need it to be a slippery slope of acceptance, don’t we? I mean, we aren’t talking about gun violence not being at the top of the newshour any longer, we are just talking about accepting that we can have happy toes, happy heels, smiles on faces and the chance to think of something more expansive than our own, local pain. It is a slippery slope – believing that you can have socks that fit, you might be encouraged to wear shoes that fit as well. Where will it end?

So you’ll need to decide at some point – new, better fitting socks or stick with the pain.

I think it is time to go to the store.