Anyone who knows me knows that I hate feet. I hate the look of them, the smell of them and the feel of them.
Don’t get me wrong, I would never turn down a good pedicure. But you could never pay me to massage someone else’s feet. uugggh!
The first time I signed up for a yoga class and the instructor told me that we began the class with a foot massage, I almost walked out. Fortunately, it was a self foot massage, so I suffered through it.
Maybe this is just another reason I love shoes. They hide the ugliness of my feet. If you think of what a shoe is, it is the cover, supporter and protecter of what some may say are one of the most important part of our body–our feet.
Imagine if we all walked around barefoot everywhere… Imagine how calloused, blistered and scarred our feet would be. So as I complain about my ugly feet, I am thankful that I have shoes; not just to cover my ugly feet, but to protect and pamper my tootsies…
