On the Liberating Power of Unflattering Shoes

Or, helping my fat feet and ankles get ready to spring into action

It has been a grim week, getting grimmer. Am I allowed a small bright spot so trivial I hesitate to mention it? I think so. I hope so. This fight is for the long haul. Taking stock and resting, sometimes despite ourselves, is no luxury. (This applies all the more to BIPOC women, unlike me, as the vital work of the Nap Ministry makes beautifully apparent…