This is by no means a comprehensive list of the awful ways we treat our feet. It’s just a flashback to some of the foot-related transgressions I have committed, and I am now wondering why I never believed there would be consequences. Story of my life – suspend belief in consequences, and trudge on along. (And this is just one body part.)
A partial list of the awful things we do to our feet:
We squeeze them into things that aren’t shaped like feet. Odd shapes, intractable shapes, that are connected at the rear to hard pieces of metal 3-5 inches high, which are connected to a stiff sole and tied on with flimsy straps. Bits of cloth attached to very thin bottoms, attached to hard pieces of metal 3-5 inches high. Plastic or rubber in colors, attached to similar hard pieces of metal 3-5 inches high. Gold and silver wisps of ribbon, attached to a thin sole, attached to hard pieces of metal 3-5 inches high. Boots with lovely leather uppers, descending to a sharp point at the toe, and in the rear, attached to hard pieces of metal 3-5 inches high.
We walk in these, run in them, dance in them, wear them all day to work, wear them all night for – I forget what all – then get up tomorrow and squeeze into another pair.
Somewhere along the way, someone – a foot doctor or a shoe salesperson who was tired of it all says, “You’ll regret this someday.” And to all the someones who said that to me over the years, I am here to say I am regretting it right this very minute.
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