What are you most conscious about?
Me? It’s not the huge junk-on-my-trunk or the protruding belly which I developed after gaining a few pounds. Oh no, I am most conscious about my feet. Ideally, a woman’s feet should be dainty, nice looking especially after a cute pedicure and smooth. Well, mine were none of those things.
My feet were similar to that of a twelve year old girl. A girl who spent time chasing bugs on magical gardens, barefoot. They were full of callouses, testament to my propensity to walk just effin anywhere. I love walking and boy, I walk really fast to the point people assume that I have wheels attached on my heel.
I don’t mind having the feet of a prepubescent–the dudes were my partner in all my adventures and even if they look really pathetic, they knew I love them like mad.
Oh God, seven freaking days of mad anticipation 🙂