50 Years of Dr. Martens!
My sister gifted me with a pair of Dr. Martens during Christmas of 1997. I’ll admit that I didn’t quite know what to do with them. They were heavy tough looking shoes – nothing like what the other kids in my sixth grade class were wearing at the time. I complained about their weight at first but continued to wear them because I trusted that my sister, 12 years older and obviously much wiser [ie cooler], knew what she was talking about. I definitely got made fun of but I learned to love those shoes. Their weight eventually started to make me feel powerful. I knew that if I kicked something, I would leave a mark. And as an angsty adolecent, I thought a lot about kicking things. The pair of Dr. Martens that my sister bought me 10+ years ago still fit and when I wear them, I feel incredibe. I really do. I feel like a powerful woman who is ready and capable of kicking serious ass.
Zomg, I have the same story! My docs were a gift (which I’d requested), and they were the floral printed combat boots. I, too, was made fun of by my fifth and sixth-grade classmates, only to be proclaimed a little fashion plate when I went to rehearsals at my community playhouse.
Of course, I arrived late at puberty, and my old docs are definitely two sizes too small. Oh well. The stories are close enough.