I think the title says it all.
This post is all about my feet, and I should tell you that I KNOW that I’ve just sunk to a new low. I blame Mama Kat. She provided the writing prompt this week just waiting to see who was insane enough to write about it. Mark. My. Words. It was deliberate.
My feet are not pretty. Even when I’ve just had a pedicure. They are definitely not my best asset. They take me places though, and that is all I care about. Most of the time.
My feet sort of look like I ran into a brick wall with my toes. At least, that’s what I’ve heard about 1000 times from my siblings. But, what do they know? I have seen uglier feet than mine, so they can’t be as bad as they say.
Here’s what I think: I think that my feet are better than most peoples feet because they are weathered. And by weathered, I mean that I don’t really need to wear shoes to protect them from the elements and sharp objects because the callouses on the bottom of my feet work just as well as protective gear.
I wear shoes when I absolutely have to.
The rest of the time, I go bare footed.
My feet and I have an understanding. I don’t try to pamper them too much with lotions and potions and they’ll do my bidding. Without shoes whenever possible.