As I've gotten old(er) I've come to appreciate my feet more. As helpful as they are, it hasn't always been a loving relationship, When you were a kid growing up in the 50's with big feet, it was hard to find shoes that fit well, let alone we're stylish. Too many years of cheap shoes and standing all day when teaching left me with some ugly hammer toes and gnarly giant feet (another plus of growing old....you shoe size can actually get bigger....yah!
But even though I've shrunk two inches and my feet have spread, I don't mind them.
I consider them my firm foundation in an often unbalanced (literally) world. So many don't have the blessing of being able to stand or walk. So, even though I have to hop along with a cane, I'm still moving and for that I'm grateful.
I've also learned while some feet are petite and smooth and look pampered, there really are no pretty feet. The older you get, the more it's function over beauty. When you can have both, great, but my daily prayer is they just keep working.
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