Back when I was younger, I sacrificed much comfort in the name of fashion. My feet were no strangers to 4 inch heels as I sauntered myself on stilettos all around New York City in the early 2000s. The weather never hindered my sense of style either. It was high heels or nothing. I was never one of those women who wore practical shoes like sneakers to get from one place to another and then changed my footwear once I had arrived my destination. It seems silly and stupid to me now as I reflect on all the shoes that were ruined by inclement weather and all the aches I…