My Feet

Heyo,

An Open Letter to my Feet

Dear Feet,

     Thank you for all the places you have taken me or will take me. I feel like I take you for granted until you are hot and achy like at this precise moment. I want you to know that while your polish may be chipping off of the toes, I still keep moving.

 

     This brings me to some constructive criticism. I know that you hate shoes, but everyday I have to stuff you into them. Complain and sweat all you want; take it up with current cultural and societal norms, maybe even basic hygiene. Into shoes you will continue to go.

 

     Why don't you like socks either? They are supposed to be warm and cuddly, basically a pillows on which to constant stand or walk upon, but for you they hypnotize your balance, you lose your grip, slipping and sliding everywhere, not mention just being generally grouchy.

 

     While we are on requests, could you also not follow genetics? I mean I would prefer to go my whole life without bunions or varicose veins. This isn't just for vanity, those are painful. No signs yet, but still I am keeping my eye on you.

 

     I know I put you through a lot I stand/walk for a living, not to mention for fun. I hate sitting, so you get quite the workout. I remember that time that the ankles acted up, please don't ever do that. That's all for now. Thanks. Keep up the good work.

 

 

<3 Lissa

 

 

PS I'm 'back'. Never left. HAPPY APRIL FOOLS DAY :P