That's how the story began, almost ten years ago.
I was a diligent middle school student who started looking at the world around me, shyly but carefully.
I remember I wanted that pair of boots up there so much that my mother, without understanding the reason (she tought they were ugly), bought them: they were so huge that my feet seemed much bigger than they were indeed, out of proportion compared to the body. So desired so waited, I've never felt such a pain walking in a pair of shoes as in those ones, they caused me wounds worthy of a fighter!
Here we are ten years later, still in love with painful shoes, claiming: the higher the better!. Is this masochism? I don't think so...to me the most beautiful things are those most suffered.
