Go Barefoot

In secondary school, I was always self-conscious about my height.


Once I was asked out by a life-guard. I had never really stood next to him and didn't know how tall he was, so the night of the date I took out two pairs of shoes-one with heels, one flat. I arranged with my brother to answer the door, compare his height with my date's and run upstairs to let me know which shoes to wear.


When doorbell rang I waited. Then my brother showed up and told me what I didn't want to hear: Go barefoot.