Heels are a thing that I'm bad at. I can admit it! I was lucky — or unlucky, depending on your perspective — enough to go to a southern liberal arts college where it wasn't frowned upon to shuffle to class in pajama pants and gym shoes. Because of this, I never had a coming-of-age "walking in heels" moment. Even at prom, stilettos of all sizes littered the bathroom floor, further delaying the inevitable orientation to the oh-so-ladylike pumps. So, kudos to you, heeled wonders, one day I will join your ranks, but for now I'll be the one sitting in cute heels at your party.
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