Boot Camp or Standing One"s Ground
Feetlings are found on biped toddlers.
They are happy, painless and very ticklish.
Those are pre-shoe feet.
Shoes have become the arch enemy of our tootsies.
Those "dogs" are turned into hooves when encased by man's fear of foot injury, not realizing that shoes create their own hazards.
I manage to be shoeless for long periods of time until I reached teenhood.
I was given my first pair of high heels and it was a day I will long remember..
..
and would like to forget.
Forget that heels are hell.
Forget that they make you take shorter steps, wobble and trip.
Forget that they cause back injury and a painfully shorten Achilles tendons.
These torture devices were developed by males rulers in the Orient to make them look taller than their subjects.
And they were reinvented in Venice in the 1500's to keep "my lady" out of the horse droppings.
This constant balancing act was head over heels a curse and I thought them sexy.
My feet had not aged well encased in leather, rubber, plastic, et all.
In my twenties it was blisters, strains, sprains, fractures, and dislocations, mostly sports related.
At a time when I was trying to put my best foot forward, mid-age brought plantar warts, athlete's feet and occasional foot in mouth disease.
I was finally on my feet again after starting off on the wrong foot...
or so I thought Bunions, contracted toes, falling arches, ingrown toenails, corns and calluses are what remains of those wonderful feet that I had as a child.
Arthritis adds to the confusion and they all limit my ability to walk my talk.
The tip of a cane occasionally became my third foot.
Reflexology offered only to confuse the situation with warning of liver damage, spinal misalignment, et all.
I called the Foot and Ankle Associates and they queried me about a foot fetish.
It seems that foot fetish folks see feet in a different light...
or maybe dark.
They mentioned that they sold stiletto heels up to size 14WW.
Who would have guessed?I was thinking on my feet and let them know I usually had two left ones.
They weren't impressed..
..
...
or interested.
How could they understand until they walked in my shoes?We have 7000 nerve endings, 26 bones, 107 ligaments and 19 muscles in each foot and each one of them is commanding a standing ovation.
I was down on the heels when a toddler went by and I remembered the bliss of being barefoot.
Get rid of those clodhoppers he winked, as his feet carried him to new adventures.
Smart kid.
I am pleased to report that all thirty three joints are now working somewhat the way that they are supposed to and open air shoes are only for necessities, like grocery stores and church.
My feet never have been sexier.
I recommend hot soaks, green nail polish, an occasional pedicure, and lots of unclad play.
Only the best for my naked beauties.
They are happy, painless and very ticklish.
Those are pre-shoe feet.
Shoes have become the arch enemy of our tootsies.
Those "dogs" are turned into hooves when encased by man's fear of foot injury, not realizing that shoes create their own hazards.
I manage to be shoeless for long periods of time until I reached teenhood.
I was given my first pair of high heels and it was a day I will long remember..
..
and would like to forget.
Forget that heels are hell.
Forget that they make you take shorter steps, wobble and trip.
Forget that they cause back injury and a painfully shorten Achilles tendons.
These torture devices were developed by males rulers in the Orient to make them look taller than their subjects.
And they were reinvented in Venice in the 1500's to keep "my lady" out of the horse droppings.
This constant balancing act was head over heels a curse and I thought them sexy.
My feet had not aged well encased in leather, rubber, plastic, et all.
In my twenties it was blisters, strains, sprains, fractures, and dislocations, mostly sports related.
At a time when I was trying to put my best foot forward, mid-age brought plantar warts, athlete's feet and occasional foot in mouth disease.
I was finally on my feet again after starting off on the wrong foot...
or so I thought Bunions, contracted toes, falling arches, ingrown toenails, corns and calluses are what remains of those wonderful feet that I had as a child.
Arthritis adds to the confusion and they all limit my ability to walk my talk.
The tip of a cane occasionally became my third foot.
Reflexology offered only to confuse the situation with warning of liver damage, spinal misalignment, et all.
I called the Foot and Ankle Associates and they queried me about a foot fetish.
It seems that foot fetish folks see feet in a different light...
or maybe dark.
They mentioned that they sold stiletto heels up to size 14WW.
Who would have guessed?I was thinking on my feet and let them know I usually had two left ones.
They weren't impressed..
..
...
or interested.
How could they understand until they walked in my shoes?We have 7000 nerve endings, 26 bones, 107 ligaments and 19 muscles in each foot and each one of them is commanding a standing ovation.
I was down on the heels when a toddler went by and I remembered the bliss of being barefoot.
Get rid of those clodhoppers he winked, as his feet carried him to new adventures.
Smart kid.
I am pleased to report that all thirty three joints are now working somewhat the way that they are supposed to and open air shoes are only for necessities, like grocery stores and church.
My feet never have been sexier.
I recommend hot soaks, green nail polish, an occasional pedicure, and lots of unclad play.
Only the best for my naked beauties.