Feet

Hey, Amanda,

In general, I hate feet. Especially my own. I have gnarly looking toes that I kept covered for years. Honestly, I think I used to go to the beach in sneakers, taking them off at the blanket and burying them in the sand. I hardly ever wore sandals because I was embarrassed of my feet. Then I started teaching. Whoa.

Here were these young and mostly attractive girls and boys, all happily exposing body parts (some inappropriately so) with confidence I never had at their age, all wearing sandals. And some kids had toes uglier than me! I thought, okay, at least my feet have taken me through a couple decades more than they have traveled, they deserve to be ugly--poor things all trapped in shoes all these years. No wonder they're a little mangled looking. If my students can show their feet, I can show mine. So I got over it. Voila. Now I hate the time of year (now!) that I need to start covering up the bad boys.

Your toes, by the way, I recognize as the ones furthest to the right....

All is good here. I'm having a period from hell and am ready for a transfusion and an Advil drip, but other than that life is good. M and J are coming over tonight for chili so I thought I'd write now since I probably won't get a chance to write later. I know I still have my dinner at L's to write about and other things on my list to tell, and I promise to get around to them all eventually.

Hope all is well. Love, B