Where do kids learn to be so evil? What do they absorb from their family lives? I still wonder. I was tortured throughout my childhood. Kids would mimic the way I walked. Since my left leg was weaker and slightly more turned in, I developed a limp. It's also because of my legs, that I can not walk very quickly or stand for more than 5 minutes. More importantly, as a teenager, I could never dream of wearing the in fashion shoes all the others were wearing.
Shoes are my nemisis. At last count, I have about 50 pairs, but only where the same 5 pairs. Some of these shoes are my goal shoes. Shoes I am positive I will wear once I am healed, as normal as can be.
I grew up feeling like a Circus Freak. Maybe it's why I love the Katherine Dunn book "Geek Love" so much. I didn't want to look or be exactly like everyone else, but I did want to be respected. That didn't seem possible growing up. Anything "different" is shunned. I'm in my 30's and I have yet to learn to walk in heels. They don't make them to fit the shape of my feet. Nor is it a smart choice. My feet also throw off my balance. I actually don't have any balance. I'll be walking down the street and without warning, stagger in a zig zag motion. I lose my balance, cringe I'll fall, hope no one saw me do it.
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