I wore these corrective shoes. One of my feet turned in and these were supposed to help. It must have because it no longer pronates as it once did. Or I grew out of it. I remember they were expensive and I didn’t really want to wear them.
Because they were different and overly retro, I was relentlessly teased about them. But I didn’t kick boys because they made fun of me or my shoes. I just endured that.
What no one every seemed to remember, mention or event know was why I kicked boys. I kicked to defend myself.… Read more... “I kicked boys and no one ever asked why”