Good Morning All –
My sister Deena texted me a random writing prompt that said “Write about your feet.”
She preceded the prompt with “Good Morning dear sister. I swear these prompts are random. lol” because I have feet that are not so dainty and lady like. I wear a size 9 and they are flat and wide width and they are beat up. Oddly enough, I am not self conscious about my feet at all. So here’s my free write about my feet. No changes, no edits. Oh, the prompt came with the instruction “write for ten minutes without stopping”. You should try it too. Have a Fancy Footed Friday!
I have two of them. They are covered in powder right now. I am appreciative of them because they get me around. They are painted a pale, Easter friendly purple right now. Now my whole feet, but the toenails. I got a pedicure for the first time in months last weekend. The lady was not happy with my feet. She frowned the whole time. She asked me if I wanted the bottoms scraped with a cheese grater or a razor blade. Now that I think about it that’s pretty fucking wild. Either option. Haha. Am like okay. She could have just done my feet and smiled but her discontent was brandished all over her face. Not hidden at all. I tipped her well then I finally got a smile. Man, that day there were some pretty bad ass kids in the nail shop and they were white. I talked about that when I got home b/c usually ghetto nail shops have signs and warnings about not bringing your kids or controlling your kids if you bring them, etc. but this situation of white children out of control really stuck b/c usually it’s a black clientele that frequents ghetto nail shops and that would be the demographic that signs about kid control would be directed toward. But yeah, bad ass loud ass white children. It was not pleasant. That’s why didn’t stay to get my eyebrows done. I just paid, tipped and left after my toes dried. My feet stink because they sweat a lot. So after many reminders of that from my spouse I started putting baby powder in my shoes. It actually works but them my feet are covered with powder and look ashy and I have ashy looking feet already so anyhow. Whatever. The other day I had on my grey Tieks and they got powder all over the surface when I was trying to put it in the shoes. That was aggravating b/c they are wool so I couldn’t wipe it off with a wet cloth or something. So they just looked dusty all day and it bothered the shit out of me. But my feet didn’t stink, so there’s that. I have toes that look like lil’ smokies sausages and the baby toe on both my feet is turned to the side. Like to the outside. I don’t know why. It’s weird. My friend David always used to think of creative jokes about my drunken baby toes. Or they were on that gangsta lean. Or whatever. Haha. I like my damn toes. I still got all them bitches. I like my feet too. They look just like my momma’s feet. Genetics, man. Shit is crazy. I don’t care about wearing sandals or whatever b/c I’m not self conscious about my feet at all. Even when I hadn’t had a pedicure for months. As long as they were attached to my body, I like how my feet look. Some people ain’t even got no feet. So yeah.