Unless I take care of them, my feet are part-barnacle and part-monkey paw, and can never be uncovered or laid in a pedicurist’s lap.
feet
shoppables
There are parts of my bod now that have to be thrust into the sunlight after many months of hibernation. This calls for a beauty overhaul.
feet
I spent yesterday attempting to get my feet looking reasonably human again, and despite the fact that they are still podgy, they are now soft, fragrant and looking a whole lot more pleasing to the eye.
shoes
I know that Mariah Carey swears by using the Stairmaster while in heels, and then there’s Posh Spice who straight up seems to do things with greater ease while standing atop spikes so spiky they make my ankles weep sympathy pains
feet
I don't wear flip-flops in mixed company for a reason.
feet
Y’all, I think feet are way cute and even so I’m sitting here making this "ew" face that is usually reserved for when Ed makes me smell things that have gone off in the fridge.
corns
Lack of a driver's license and a general affinity toward wandering have worn down my once pristine skin along with the soles of my cheap shoes.
