I think I'm in an abusive relationship with my shoes. (What is love/ Baby don't hurt me/ Don't hurt me/ no more).
They are so cute but I'm always hobbling around in them, every step with visible effort and accompanying grimace, and I'm sure that is so not cute.
And every single time, I go to the store, pick out a pair of 3-inch heels, walk back and forth in them in the aisle for 30 seconds and go up to pay, thinking, "This time, things will be different."
