Giving my boot "the boot"

Dear Surgical Boot,

It's not me, it's you. I don't think it's going to work out between us.

Lately all you've been doing is making me cry. I mean, how many perfectly cute outfits did you ruin? You're awkward and bulky. You simply don't match my life right now. And while we're being honest, you're an attention-hog, too! There's a lot more going on in my life that what happens to be adorning my left food. The comments people make when you're around are embarrassing. I could go without hearing a "Dana, your shoes don't match!" for the rest of my life. I'd much rather hear a "You look pretty" anyday!

So, I'm writing you to let you know that I'm leaving you in the back of my closet until further notice, when I may simply kick you to the curb. I need some space. I need to be able to go out with other footwear that actually matches my clothes. I hope you understand.
~me