I bought these shoes yesterday.
Adidas ‘Boost Pride’.
I’m not all that comfortable in them just yet. They fit fine, they just aren’t my typical ‘fit’.
If I saw someone else wearing these shoes, my internal dialogue has tended to default to:
“I wonder if they’re gay.”
“They’re probably making a statement.”
Or, “good on them for putting themselves out there, but you wouldn’t find me wearing those.”
I’m smart enough not to let my mind stay there, but that’s where my hard-wiring runs.
Spending time with my son in Melbourne just recently exposed some of my default dialogue — and I didn’t like it.
I love Jackson. I want him to be confident that he is accepted for who he is as my son. I recognise the tension of how his presentation and expression is received in the circles I move.
This last week has shown me more of what it’s like to walk in his shoes.
I want to know more about that.
So I’m wearing pride shoes — perhaps my internal dialogue can be challenged and changed.