Loving Your Feet

Feet. Eww! I know right. Those smelly, not-so-pretty things at the end of your legs. Why the lack of love?

I mean, I think we take feet for granted. We stand on them all day long, trap them inside shoes without air or light.

Today I was supervising a little girl who was having a hard time putting her tightly-fitting shoes back on. She was obviously in pain, embarrassed and frustrated about the difficulty. Her elder sister looked on without raising concern, as if it putting on uncomfortable shoes is a normal part of life. Her mother came by later, rolled her eyes, and said…

“It’s just shoes.”

Dear child, time to get used being a lady. It’s a lifetime of painful feet.

Yeah… No…

This is not the kind of attitude towards feet that I want to teach my kids.

I don’t want my future daughter’s feet to look like… (Okay, I won’t put any gruesome image of foot injuries here. I’d rather not lose readers.) CHINESE FOOT BINDING! >:O

And… Well, I don’t want to see our future selves like this:

Who will save you if you can’t save yourself?

Look at those widdle feet! I mean… Yeah, this isn’t a great example. But it seems as though how you look means more than your health. And you know, we’ll all be on levitating chairs someday, so I guess feet don’t matter, right?

I dunno. Maybe someone else out there gives a damn about the part of their body that keeps them up and moving their whole lives.

One comment on “Loving Your Feet

  1. James on

    At the roller rink we have a lot of kids turning up who’ve never been on skates before, and parents that don’t know how to set them up. I flinch on the inside when I see a kid on rollerblades without the boot done up, risking a sprained or snapped ankle.

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