Quite some time ago, before I started blogging, I had a newsletter and every month I would feature a Super Hero of the Month. Scott told me that if I ever showed you all my feet, I'd make his Super Hero list. Today is the day. Turn away if you must.
I've been playing with the Photo Friday archives to make myself get friendly with my camera. It's taken me back to my old photo class days where we would get assignments like "take a picture of yellow" or "find a letter in nature". It's fun to play with this stuff because it teaches you how to look. Helps you train your eye. Well one of the words in the archive list is "Used". Hmm...what is used? I walked and walked and walked around my yard. What is being used? Hmmm. No ideas. Walking and walking and...
I looked down at the obvious.
No. Not that. Not my feet.
Yep. My feet. Ugh.
Feel free to laugh at my dragon here.
Resolute, I marched up the stairs, laid down on the deck and held my tootsies up to the sky and fired away. Funny thing is, when I looked at the pictures I thought, "Hey! They are just feet. Okay, wide feet set off by thick white ankles but I use these feet every single day and, okay, they are usually dirty since I go barefoot all the time but they've been doing pretty darn good by me. Walk me everywhere for miles and miles and miles at a time. I hardly ever say thank you. Ungrateful woman, you are lucky they didn't just walk right out on you."
But it isn't just the feet, really, it's my poor little toes. I have to tell you everything if I'm going to earn my Superhero stripes. Here's the terrible truth of the matter:
I was born with crinkly toe nails.
It's true. I do not have a perfect body.
My pinky toenails look like little pebbles and they used to fall out when I was a kid. Yeah, it's kinda crazy. Mom used to make me drink glasses of Knox Gelatin hoping that somehow it would make my poor little toes look pretty.
It never worked.
The fact of the matter is, I don't have gazelle legs like so many women do. Mine are short and very white and thick. I don't have slender ankles and boys shoes fit me better than women's shoes and no matter what I do I'll never look good in sandles. I can't wear those strappy little numbers because my toes are stubby and go every which way and my feet just aren't delicate and pretty. Like putting a negligee on a pot bellied pig. Nothing I can do to make these babies look sexy. And, yes, my nails are still crazy and it's just time we all accepted it.
And that, my friends is one dead dragon.
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