Sometimes, I wear dainty shoes. And I have to do little girly hops over puddles, while the guy in front of me trudges through them with his massive boots and for a brief moment, I feel like people are watching me and think I'm silly for being so impractical in the middle of winter.
And then I stop thinking that. Because I like me. And because I don't think anyone else cares. I'm going to continue being me. If there ever comes a time when I decide to trudge through life like a rational person, I'll let you know.