Okay, I got a writing prompt to “write about your feet” so here goes: My feet have high arches, like I have to buy inserts for every pair of shoes I own because of my high arches. Which is kind of weird because I go barefoot most of the time. However, if I’m gonna be walking for any amount of time, I need arch support.
They’re also wide, not super wide, but if you measure my feet, they’re a size seven (US) long but a size 8 1/2 wide. This, of course, makes buying shoes a pain in the butt because even an 8 1/2 is narrow and I have to buy an 8 1/2 W. A 9 would be too big, unless it’s a boot, those usually fit fine if they’re a nine.
Normally, I’ll buy men’s shoes, or boys because they run wide and have some kind of arch support. I still have to buy inserts, but men’s/boys are still more comfortable. Except dress shoes, of course. I don’t wear high heels because I think they look weird on my feet. I wore high heels when I was a teenager and got over that quickly enough when my back started going on me in my early twenties. Flats all the way baby. The heels on boots are high enough for me.
Another weird thing about my feet is that they’re not ticklish. Like, not at all. Okay, in very rare circumstances, someone might get the tickle reaction out of me, like if all the planets align, Mercury is in retrograde, and the moon is full or something like that. But it’s very rare. Like every single one of my dogs likes to lick my feet, and I’m okay with it. It doesn’t weird me out and it doesn’t tickle.
I like to have my feet massaged. I used to have a friend with a foot fetish, and he loved my feet. He gave the best massages too. Never have my feet felt so pampered. I don’t even care what he got out of them because he wasn’t weird about it. The arrangement worked out for both of us.
Three years ago, I stepped on a sliver of glass. It hurt like hell and I tried forever to get it out. If my feet were ticklish, that would have been way worse. It was a stubborn little sliver of glass too. I tried several kinds of tweezers, a needle, my fingernails, drawing salve… everything. That little bugger stayed in my foot. I had to buy those little bandages with the hole in the middle so I could walk. I think they’re for corns? That says more for my pain tolerance than my lack of ticklishness, but here we are.
Anyway, I never did get that glass sliver out. It developed a callous eventually, then it only hurt every once in a while. After about a year, I asked my then doctor if he could do anything about it, because it still hurt now and again. And he took a look and was like, “Yeah, sure.” But they’d have to numb the foot and cut it out. Then that doctor moved to a different practice (story of my life) so that procedure never happened. But weirdly, it never bothered me after that. Maybe it fell out. Maybe it’s still there. Only the Shadow knows.
Okay, that was a long digression. The only other thing I wanna talk about my feet is my toes… They’re not like ugly or weird or anything. They’re just, like, spread out, probs because I’m barefoot a lot. I was as a kid too. But my little toe tucks under the… ring? toe. The one next to it. I guess if I wore shoes more often and they weren’t so spread out, it would tuck way under it. But as it is, it’s just kinda turned sideways. I know this isn’t unusual, but it does make it difficult to clip that toenail.
So, like my feet aren’t strange. No one’s going to run screaming if they see them. I try to keep on top of my toenails, but I don’t, like, paint them or anything. I have plain Jane feet, really. The only thing really unusual about them is they’re not ticklish. But I’m not really ticklish anywhere, so there’s that.
Thanks for reading y’all. I appreciate you taking the time. Take care of yourself, and I’ll chat at you later.
BTW, the feet in the featured image are not mine. I pulled that picture from Pexels. I don’t have the energy to take a picture, upload it, edit it and slap it on the blog, but these are close… Less swollen, but close.
