The recurring message “I Like Your Shoes,” seems to follow the girl wherever she goes, but what does this mean? She classifies the messenger as some vague being. Similarly, the real world has this same vague messenger that revolves around everyone, except this one does not scribble compliments on your window. Everyone has one or multiple comments following them wherever they go. Just as the girl is constantly reminded of whether her shoes are appealing, everyone else is too when they feel a little insecure about themselves or their belongings. In fact, this messenger lies within our minds. It barrages us with the same message over and over again until we start contemplating whether the comment is truthful, or it is just sugarcoating the situation. Just like the girl, we are too busy worrying about what others think about us instead of what we think about ourselves. What matters is how our image appeals to ourselves. If we shut down this messenger, we can live freer lives.
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