CrocBottom

“Ain’t worried bout me because
CrocBottom ain’t deep enough”
-Or whatever Bilmuri said

I swore I'd never wear Crocs. They're ugly. You know it. I know it. Everybody knows it. Then someone bought me a pair. Holy cow, I get it now.

The fact that my feet don't hurt after wearing them all day is honestly impressive. Somewhere along the way, I stopped caring what they looked like and started caring about the fact that I could spend an entire day chasing kids without wanting to amputate my feet after.

For those of you who don't know me in real life, I'm 5 feet tall. I lie and say I'm 5'2". These things are chunky. They're bright. They give me a little extra height and a lot of extra confidence.

Best of all, they never slow me down. I run through parks, climb playground equipment, crawl through kid-sized spaces, and generally make questionable decisions in them on a regular basis.

If Crocs ever stops making platform styles, I'm going to have a real problem on my hands. Or technically, on my feet.