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When I was born, I had a clubfoot. For six or seven years I had to sleep with a brace on both of my feet, locked in position in a shoe. It was quite uncomfortable, but I got used to it. Up to the age of seven or eight, I also had to wear special orthopedic shoes.
I used to see a doctor in Brookline, Massachusetts, for an annual checkup. For years he always told me to exercise my left foot because my left foot did not have the strength of my right foot. He constantly told me to build the arch, but I could never really build it. I worked out at health clubs, always trying to strengthen my foot. I spent practically all of my life trying to do this.
You do matter
with contributions from Sancy Nason Childs, Patti Mehring, Kristina M. Neiman, Oliver Hirsh
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with contributions from Nancy A. Peddle, Mark I. Pinsky, Betsy Mason
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