I Was Told There Would Be Cake
Essays by Cat Rainwater

I used to buy shoes as though my feet were decorative. They have since requested representation. I still love a heel that brings me to six-foot-two, where I feel invincible until someone suggests walking to the car. These days, glamour requires dependable seating, and traction is a selling point. My younger self would be horrified. I’d explain, but she’s busy pretending those shoes don’t hurt.