Today's random topic has instructed me to write about my feet for 10 minutes...Can't wait!
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Well, if you must know, I have two feet. One is left and the other is always right. My feet are very caramel in color because I am a Floridian at heart and expose my feet to the sunlight as often as possible. They love to be in flip-flops, not heels or sneakers, neither wedges. Just flops. Sometimes they like to be bare. I suppose my feet are a little scandalous becasue they like to wear as little as possible, but I love them regardless of their exposure preference.
I usually try to accomodate my feet but they don't complain too often unless I'm walking on a bare floor, then they like to be covered in socks. They hate bare, tile, linoleum, or hardwood floors. I htink it's because they get a black film on the bottom and feel a little decieved by what appeared to be a clean floor but I'll ask them on another day about that. All I know is it stands to be true, they only like socks on in door flooring. This is fine because I like socks on them while we're in the house. Carpet is different though, they must be sock free. I have a totla of 20 toes. How these 20 toes were distributed amongst the two feet of mine, I'm not sure but it was agreed they split these toes evenly and very proportionately. Perfect, if you ask me. I don't usually polish my toes because I'm lazy and hate when the paint starts to chip. That means I have to actually remove dried paint and reapply and wait for them to dry...becasue I'm a mom, while waiting for my toes to dry, I usually have to walk around and multi-task while barefoot...in the house...on hardwood floors...which I hate. So, I try my best to apply and keep that paint on for about 2 months. Wearing flip flops helps prevent ware-and-tear on my polish because my toes don't get sweaty or encounter much friction during the day. I also never really lotion my feet because then, my flops slip around so my feet have a slight ash but since theyre so golden, it's pretty hard to tell I have ashy feet unless you're investigating. Then you'd probably see a little dryness around my heel area. I'm trying to be more dilligent and pay extra attention to the moisture on my feet because I want them to stay pretty and smooth but I usually don't apply lotion below my calf. When I look at my feet, my eyes always get stuck on my pinky toes. I wonder why they got the short end of the stick because I'd love to paint them but the nail is so tiny and difficult to convince me it needs paint. Now that I look closely at my feet, (which I need to do more often. I wont be seeing them very much in a few weeks due to my growing baby) I have a mole on my middle toe of the left foot that's pretty darn cute. Makes me say "Aww, look at that!" when I see it. Every time haha.
My feet take me eveywhere so I'm very glad that I have them and I'm able to put them to good use without pain or discomfort. Soon, as Zola grows older and wiser in my womb, my feet with swell a little bit but I have confidence they'll get me where I need to go. One thing I can vouch for is my feet are always there with me. The same as my hands but different because my hands are convenient accessories, whereas my feet are my foundation. My feet helped me drop almost 50 lbs last year. They helped me enjoy a few years playing sports as a child. I use them to chase my dog, Cujo, and to stomp with frustration towards my daughters' room when I'm fussy. They help me shuffle through crowds in a hurry and they help me get to work safely every morning by applying the right amount of pressure on the gas and the brake pedals in my car. I can pick things up with my toes, I can draw hearts in the sand on the beach with them too. I can write my name with a pencil with my feet. I can balance on either foot effectively. I can jump rope and hope on one foot at a time. I can play hop scotch, even though I never got a thrill out of that game. I can crack my toes and make them sound like snapping fingers. My feet are very gifted and undeniably awesome.
If it wasn't for my feet, I wouldn't have been able to walk around in Las Vegas in heels that were too raunchy for my character. In fact, my feet punished me with excrutiating pain so that I was forced to remove the heels and walk around dirty ass Vegas barefoot. Gross. I'm deeply sorry and forever grateful to my feet for that night. They were the same color as my heels by the time I got back to my hotel: BLACK. Great color, don't get me wrong. I just like the natural brown glow my feet wear so well.
One time, in Newberry, SC I was playing in the street with my cousins. I was the youngest at the time so maybe I was 6. We were playing kickball with a basketball in the street that day. I kicked the ball with everything I had and ran as fast as I could to first base, which was the curb. I busted my tow wide open and didn't feel it until I saw bright red ooze gushing from it. I htought I'd never see my toe again but it all worked out fine.
Then, when I was in the 4th grade I fell in love with a pair of steel-toe boots and I wore them every day. Socks, no socks, whatever. These were some bad ass boots. And they gave me corns that smelled like mushy cheese. The cheese you get on nachos in the stadium that's awkwardly tangerine-orange, not yellow like real cheese. My feet survived. That's when my toes started to look good and not crunchy and meaty. So I ditched the boots and went on to sneakers. I'd like to consider this portion of the existence of my feet as their cacoon stage.
Later, when I started high school I fell in love with flip flops and have been dedicated ever since. It wasn't a fashion trend but I was pregnant in the 9th grade and hiding it so when my feet began to swell out of my new sneakers, the cheapest way to hide my ever growing feet was to accomodate them in a less obvious way by proclaiming I changed my style from sneakers to flip flops. Who's going to notice my feet changing if I play it off like I'm switching shoes because I want to, not because I need to. So yea, that's how that started. I learned how convenient and comfortable they are. I never had to re-tie laces or wiggle my toes to scratch an itch, or worry about my feet getting smelly becasue they were always in the fresh air. Then of course, at some point around the beginning of 10th grade, right before Tina was due to arrive, I couldn't see my feet or reach them, so flip flops worked just fine.
The next year, in 11th grade I was pregnant again and uhh...got more flip flops. I think that's why I wear flip flops. I know what it's like to not see my feet and it saddens me. I take advantage of the wonderful weather in Florida and flaunt my toes for myself. These feet have carried me, and 3 babies. Not many people my age can say that about their feet. That makes my feet unique, I guess. The fact that I have all of my toes, a left foot and another foot that's always right, is pretty unique alone.
10 minutes...
Starts....
NOW!
Well, if you must know, I have two feet. One is left and the other is always right. My feet are very caramel in color because I am a Floridian at heart and expose my feet to the sunlight as often as possible. They love to be in flip-flops, not heels or sneakers, neither wedges. Just flops. Sometimes they like to be bare. I suppose my feet are a little scandalous becasue they like to wear as little as possible, but I love them regardless of their exposure preference.
I usually try to accomodate my feet but they don't complain too often unless I'm walking on a bare floor, then they like to be covered in socks. They hate bare, tile, linoleum, or hardwood floors. I htink it's because they get a black film on the bottom and feel a little decieved by what appeared to be a clean floor but I'll ask them on another day about that. All I know is it stands to be true, they only like socks on in door flooring. This is fine because I like socks on them while we're in the house. Carpet is different though, they must be sock free. I have a totla of 20 toes. How these 20 toes were distributed amongst the two feet of mine, I'm not sure but it was agreed they split these toes evenly and very proportionately. Perfect, if you ask me. I don't usually polish my toes because I'm lazy and hate when the paint starts to chip. That means I have to actually remove dried paint and reapply and wait for them to dry...becasue I'm a mom, while waiting for my toes to dry, I usually have to walk around and multi-task while barefoot...in the house...on hardwood floors...which I hate. So, I try my best to apply and keep that paint on for about 2 months. Wearing flip flops helps prevent ware-and-tear on my polish because my toes don't get sweaty or encounter much friction during the day. I also never really lotion my feet because then, my flops slip around so my feet have a slight ash but since theyre so golden, it's pretty hard to tell I have ashy feet unless you're investigating. Then you'd probably see a little dryness around my heel area. I'm trying to be more dilligent and pay extra attention to the moisture on my feet because I want them to stay pretty and smooth but I usually don't apply lotion below my calf. When I look at my feet, my eyes always get stuck on my pinky toes. I wonder why they got the short end of the stick because I'd love to paint them but the nail is so tiny and difficult to convince me it needs paint. Now that I look closely at my feet, (which I need to do more often. I wont be seeing them very much in a few weeks due to my growing baby) I have a mole on my middle toe of the left foot that's pretty darn cute. Makes me say "Aww, look at that!" when I see it. Every time haha.
My feet take me eveywhere so I'm very glad that I have them and I'm able to put them to good use without pain or discomfort. Soon, as Zola grows older and wiser in my womb, my feet with swell a little bit but I have confidence they'll get me where I need to go. One thing I can vouch for is my feet are always there with me. The same as my hands but different because my hands are convenient accessories, whereas my feet are my foundation. My feet helped me drop almost 50 lbs last year. They helped me enjoy a few years playing sports as a child. I use them to chase my dog, Cujo, and to stomp with frustration towards my daughters' room when I'm fussy. They help me shuffle through crowds in a hurry and they help me get to work safely every morning by applying the right amount of pressure on the gas and the brake pedals in my car. I can pick things up with my toes, I can draw hearts in the sand on the beach with them too. I can write my name with a pencil with my feet. I can balance on either foot effectively. I can jump rope and hope on one foot at a time. I can play hop scotch, even though I never got a thrill out of that game. I can crack my toes and make them sound like snapping fingers. My feet are very gifted and undeniably awesome.
If it wasn't for my feet, I wouldn't have been able to walk around in Las Vegas in heels that were too raunchy for my character. In fact, my feet punished me with excrutiating pain so that I was forced to remove the heels and walk around dirty ass Vegas barefoot. Gross. I'm deeply sorry and forever grateful to my feet for that night. They were the same color as my heels by the time I got back to my hotel: BLACK. Great color, don't get me wrong. I just like the natural brown glow my feet wear so well.
One time, in Newberry, SC I was playing in the street with my cousins. I was the youngest at the time so maybe I was 6. We were playing kickball with a basketball in the street that day. I kicked the ball with everything I had and ran as fast as I could to first base, which was the curb. I busted my tow wide open and didn't feel it until I saw bright red ooze gushing from it. I htought I'd never see my toe again but it all worked out fine.
Then, when I was in the 4th grade I fell in love with a pair of steel-toe boots and I wore them every day. Socks, no socks, whatever. These were some bad ass boots. And they gave me corns that smelled like mushy cheese. The cheese you get on nachos in the stadium that's awkwardly tangerine-orange, not yellow like real cheese. My feet survived. That's when my toes started to look good and not crunchy and meaty. So I ditched the boots and went on to sneakers. I'd like to consider this portion of the existence of my feet as their cacoon stage.
Later, when I started high school I fell in love with flip flops and have been dedicated ever since. It wasn't a fashion trend but I was pregnant in the 9th grade and hiding it so when my feet began to swell out of my new sneakers, the cheapest way to hide my ever growing feet was to accomodate them in a less obvious way by proclaiming I changed my style from sneakers to flip flops. Who's going to notice my feet changing if I play it off like I'm switching shoes because I want to, not because I need to. So yea, that's how that started. I learned how convenient and comfortable they are. I never had to re-tie laces or wiggle my toes to scratch an itch, or worry about my feet getting smelly becasue they were always in the fresh air. Then of course, at some point around the beginning of 10th grade, right before Tina was due to arrive, I couldn't see my feet or reach them, so flip flops worked just fine.
The next year, in 11th grade I was pregnant again and uhh...got more flip flops. I think that's why I wear flip flops. I know what it's like to not see my feet and it saddens me. I take advantage of the wonderful weather in Florida and flaunt my toes for myself. These feet have carried me, and 3 babies. Not many people my age can say that about their feet. That makes my feet unique, I guess. The fact that I have all of my toes, a left foot and another foot that's always right, is pretty unique alone.
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