Day 36

Signature Toes

Some things never change. Ever since I was about 13 I have always had chipped pink toenail polish on my toes. I don't know what it is, the shades of pink vary but the majority of the time they're chipped. My feet aren't my most flattering asset. I wear a women's size ten and I pretty much have to shop for shoes in the same sections that drag queens do. I will try to wear cute heels but always end up with blisters. Brent calls me Bilbo because my feet are exactly the same size as his are. I blame this on my huge heels, I inherited them from my mother. My dad used to make fun of my feet too, I think he called them boats or skis. They were very beneficial in my soccer days, however. It would take months to get my cleats to form to my feet just the right way. I would even shower in them to try to break them in. My second toenail on my right foot would turn black and fall off at least twice a season because someone kicked it or stepped on it. By the time my cleats felt good and were in the shape of beans; they were worn down to nubs and were held up with duct tape. I miss those days. I actually had a dream lastnight that I was back on the team and was starting training right away. I had a coach who had figured out a way to keep my knee cap from dislocating while playing. I was so excited! I couldn't wait to get on the field and feel that rush of competition. It's like a flame that burns from the inside out. I seriously thought it was real until Brent woke me up. I was so sad. When I told Brent about it he told me to join a cooed team but my knee still scares me so I probably won't. Too bad, I'll have to stick with kickball instead because it's not a contact sport.