A funny thing has happened on the way to becoming a defiant athlete.
I’ve fallen in love with my feet.
It’s true. I can’t stop looking at them. I’m pretty enthralled with my ankles, too.
They’re strong. I have lovely arches and straight toes.
They supinate and give me shin splints, but I forgive them.
My feet are my early warning system when I eat food that makes me sick. Gluten makes them swell to twice their normal size.
My feet and ankles support my weight–all 340 pounds of it–with grace and beauty.
They’re big. I wear a size 12 shoe.
Did you know that big feet are good for swimming? Big feet are like flippers in the water.
I have duck feet, wide across the balls and narrow at the heel.
They got a full size bigger each time I was pregnant.
It’s hard to find cute size 12 shoes, but that’s okay because my feet like to be barefoot best.
But they’ve started a love affair with my new running shoes.
Ruby’s feet are a miniature replica of mine.
We have very long toes.
My feet are pretty. I never realized that before.
My husband has threatened to hide my gluten-free ginger snaps if I make him look at my feet one more time.
I’ll be pretty happy if falling in love with my body one bit at a time is a side effect of being a defiant athlete.
How do you feel about your feet?