Why am I doing the things? That question has lingered with me since I remembered a time when I was completely content wearing my old Skechers. They were comfortable, functional, and met my needs—until someone pointed out the holes in them. Embarrassment crept in, and despite having the means to replace them, I hadn’t because I was satisfied. But I let their comments shake me, dictating my spending and, more deeply, how I viewed my worth. I started buying based on what others might think rather than what truly mattered to me.

What I wear doesn’t define the person I am. Judging someone by their appearance misses what’s internal—the qualities and values that make them who they are. Expensive or name-brand items might offer a fleeting sense of pride or garner a few compliments, but those shouldn’t drive our choices. I learned this the hard way when I began seeing my Skechers as “not good enough.” Looking back, they weren’t just shoes; they were a reminder of the peace that comes with contentment—a peace I’m working to reclaim.