Ode To Feet
At one point in my life, I really hated my feet. They are small with hobbit-like qualities; not the kind of feet any girl wants. Vienna sausage toes- add glitter, pearl, or color changing polish and you get… Fancy Vienna sausage toes. These oh-so-fancy feet are even a half size different. You are useless! What good are you, feet?!
So good, in fact, I’m learning to really love them. They march to the beats of my own percussion. They support me even when I’m not feeling as strong as they are. They dance my blues away. They hike me up the Tetons, and balance me in natarajasana. They wear a symbol for my siblings proudly. They are the classiest in Betsy and ready for battle in Earth.
But, I love them most when they’re just havin’ a groovy, tattooed, glittered mini sausage wiggling, grass loving, hang out at the arboretum kind of day.