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Deborah Coddington's avatar

When I was about 13 years old, in 1966, I really, desperately, wanted a pair of white boots. You know the ones (you probably weren't born then) which came up to mid calf. I live in New Zealand. My mother was very controlling. She dressed me in brown lace-up shoes, knee-length brown socks, pleated skirts. Because YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENS IF YOUNG GIRLS LOOK ATTRACTIVE! sadly I never got those white boots (Mum thought they looked 'cheap and nasty' but I still love white shoes. When do mothers learn if you ban teenage daughters from certain fashions, they become lifelong cravings?

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•the point of singularity•'s avatar

Thank goodness I hate white shoes, pants and cars😅

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