When I was younger and the Spice Girls were trending (still are btw) I always wanted to be Sporty Spice. Baby was too cute and fem, Scary was weird and well…scary, Ginger was a ranga which I wasn’t and Posh was just a bore. Sporty was cool in a tough, I don’t give a f*ck, tomboy way and I totally dug that back then. I dressed up as Sporty for all the primary school parties, including my own and also did a really awesome re-enactment dance to ‘Wannabe’ in front of a dodgy blue screen at Timezone on the Gold Coast (which I am totally down to show if anyone wants to see, it was my five mins of fame!).
As the years went by and I went through every different personal style change that a teenager can possibly go through (punk-check, goth-check, skank-check, hippy-check) at 16 I eventually reverted back to my Sporty Spice ways and began rocking sneakers with the healthy gusto of a young girl in love with a badass older boy who also wore sneakers. At 16, I was sold, and quickly started a large collection of kicks that I wore with skinny jeans, short shorts and dresses, I didn’t discriminate, any combo would do.
Fast forward to 2012 and look where we are, captivated by sport luxe fever and casting aside our sole destroying heels in favour of walking on a padded sneaker cloud. While there’s a time and place for all different shoe styles, I always have and always will embrace the sneakers, and while these days when I rock them I sometimes feel like the juvenile 16 year old girl who used to run around town causing an obnoxious ruckus, I still get a little feeling of glee when I pull out an old pair of Airmax 90’s or lace up a brand new pair of Free Runs, because sneakers are the shit! And don’t let no Baby Spice fan tell you otherwise.
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