Knarled. Older than time. Carrying youth and grace. Broken. Bruised. Bloody. Beautiful.
I know a little bit about the pain held in the feet. Walking on bunions, blisters and ripped open toes and ankles to maintain femme status. The more painful the costume, the higher the femme. No complaints.
I put on my work sneakers this morning and my feet said "really corrie? yesterday was the last day." I need a new pair of shoes. Wearing my chucks instead... reminds me of being 13.
I love my feet. I have fallen arches and cantankerous ingrown toenails. It's genetic. When I make a footprint you can see the entire sole of my foot. These peds with chipped nailpolish connect me to the women in my family. Connect me to all women. Make me a woman.
After work I will go get myself a pedicure in honor of the dancing pairs of feet I am watching this month. Also looking forward to drinking with a femme tonight and not driving home to the east bay.
I know a little bit about the pain held in the feet. Walking on bunions, blisters and ripped open toes and ankles to maintain femme status. The more painful the costume, the higher the femme. No complaints.
I put on my work sneakers this morning and my feet said "really corrie? yesterday was the last day." I need a new pair of shoes. Wearing my chucks instead... reminds me of being 13.
I love my feet. I have fallen arches and cantankerous ingrown toenails. It's genetic. When I make a footprint you can see the entire sole of my foot. These peds with chipped nailpolish connect me to the women in my family. Connect me to all women. Make me a woman.
After work I will go get myself a pedicure in honor of the dancing pairs of feet I am watching this month. Also looking forward to drinking with a femme tonight and not driving home to the east bay.
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