Oh Converse,
When I was young and desperately wanting to look cooler than I felt, you made me feel like I could have been in the Ramones.
When I grew older and felt comfortable in my own skin, you were comfortable on my feet.
Now, when I am yet older still, but am once again needing to look cooler than I feel, you give my mom clothes, and my ego, the edge I need to not succumb completely into the fleece sweaters and elastic waistbands wasteland.
Thank you.
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