I’m really not the sophisticated creature I like to pretend to be. Underneath the sparkles and straps and red lipstick, I’m really just a simple little girl who wants the same things all the other little girls want. I tried on those shoes you gave me. The slick fancy ones that were so beautiful and shocking. I wore them even though I knew they didn’t fit. I ignored them when they pinched, put on stockings when they chafed. When they gave me blisters, I just covered my red, raw flesh with bandaides and kept on strutting. But now I am hurting right down to the bone, and I can’t keep it up. The funny thing is, now that I’ve walked so far in your shoes I find that none of my old shoes fit any more.