A Confession

I am pigeon-toed.

There I said it. So, now you know. Look away while I walk. Please. Giggle not. My feet point inward for a reason...so, I can...um...get places...innish...shoes can...bones...in time I...well, really...if I had to explain my condition in three words:

um...GIGGLE...NOT!

I may trip from time to time, but it's my way and I'll be damned if I walk outwardly! For what? So, I trip less? So, I can be called penguin-footed? Pishaw!

Here's how I walk and here's how I stand.