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  • I took my first corporate job last year after a decade of working in a newsroom. In the newsroom, you could get away with jeans, sneakers and even flip-flops in summer. This new corporate world, I knew, would be different. And at first, I relished the change – an excuse to spend money on fancy clothes I never dared to own before.

    Problem is, I may have now owned nicer clothes, but I didn’t know how to wear them. They seemed to demand a poise and structure I couldn’t quite fill. A walk that I couldn’t quite execute.

    I felt like an imposter.

    I still walked with the zeal of a news hound, clomping through streets and hallways, cursing my pointy soles which forever wobbled and threatened to send me sprawling across the pavement. I could never walk down a sidewalk without getting my heel stuck in the cracks at least once.

    A year later, here are my shoes.. in desperate need of repair. And me, with one clear thought: “I’m not meant to wear high heels. I am not a ‘suit’.”
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