Here I am. Sore, bloody, beaten-down, and embarrassed. Iām breaking in a new pair of leather shoes. If the shoe fits, wear it. But if it doesnāt, wear it around your apartment when youāre home alone. Do laps up and down wincing and wondering when theyāre going to feel normal. Wear it up and down your block going to grab coffee or get a sandwich, limping your way home hoping none of your neighbors ask if youāre okay, to which you must respond, āyes Iām fine. Iām just wearing shoes that donāt fit.ā Wear them when you have nothing to lose. Never before a long day out or a first date. Wear them with bandaids on your heels and bandaids in your pockets, and bandaids in your other pockets. Maybe one day Iāll wear them out dancing.Ā