A designer-shoe habit resulted in painful swellings on our writer's feet - but then she finally stepped forward for an operation I can pinpoint the precise season - no, the precise shoe - that gifted me my bunion.
Extreme Pointy Jimmy Choo Mary Janes, winter 1998. Obviously, I can't heap all the blame on Jimmy. My mother had something to do with it.
And my grandmother. Both had bunions, although only my grandmother's were painful. I used to gawp in wonder at these strange swollen appendages, and the crossed-over big toes that were incongruously attached to her otherwise impeccably glamorous frame, never dreaming that's where I too was heading.
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