I slip my feet into a new pair of Nike sneakers and try to get an idea of ​​what they look like. My feet are supposed to be a size ten and a half. “These are nice, but they’re not what I’m looking for.” My mom said, “Okay, let’s try that.” It's cool, right? You kids like it, don't you? » She hands me a pair of Adidas Sambas without arches. Still a size ten and a half. I take off the other shoes and grab the edges of the shoes as I try to put them on. The shoes slide with a strange feeling of ease. “They are way too big. I can't walk without my heel popping out. Mom says: “It says they are ten and a half years old.” “Well, they certainly don’t want to.” “Okay, try this.” She hands me a pair of painfully narrow black and white Pumas. I look at them, then at my mother, then back at the pair of shoes. I can almost feel the agonizing pressure of the narrow shoes loaded with leather and fabric just by looking at them. I inhale and begin the process of putting on the shoes. I couldn't put them on. No matter how I pulled or pulled, I just couldn't get them to slide on my wide feet. You know what can have the same ki...