I remember it like it was yesterday. The first time I tried on a pair of Crocs. It was like being hit by a wave of comfort. I didn’t want to stop walking around the store. I was in disbelief. I had been wearing tennis shoes for comfort all my life, but those couldn’t even hold a candle to the amount of comfort I was currently feeling in that pair of Crocs. But, I wasn’t always this open to wearing Crocs.

And then I tried a pair on. I was almost embarrassed at how perfect these shoes were. I spent an entire year of my life mocking these shoes, and after only a few seconds, I was in love with the comfort. I walked around the store, and it was like gliding on air. But, after a look in the mirror, I was still a little bit skeptical, so I put them back on the shelf and decided against purchasing them.

There I stood in the shoe store, with a pair of green Crocs on, not sure what to do next. “Walk around,” my friend said. I cruised up and down the aisles. I was almost too proud to admit how right he was. It was like clouds were forming under my feet with each step.I had never felt that kind of comfort. But, as I walked passed a mirror, I was still skeptical about how they looked. Although they were the most comfortable shoes I had ever tried on, I decided to pass on buying them that day because I was still a little turned off by the way they looked.

I still had my doubts about some of the Crocs styles, though. A few of them still had that cumbersome, bulky look to them that I just couldn’t swallow. It was tough trying to convince myself to not judge a book by it’s cover, like I had originally done, even after I had bought a pair of Crocs. And then one day at the mall, while shopping at a high end shoe store, I came across the most beautiful shoe ever.

As soon as I got home I fired up the computer and checked out Crocs.com, and was amazed with what I saw. There were heels, wedges, metallics, shoes that could be worn with dresses, slacks, oh my, I was in heaven. All I had to do was go to crocs.com and pick out my favorites.

Now all I have to do is slip on my Hanalei, Rio, or Postiano’s and look pulled together and no one will ever know that my feet are wrapped in luxurious comfort and not screaming from being pinched together in some hard, inflexible shoe.