Today I decided I'd start with embracing my feet. What I once thought were too big, I now think they are just perfect. My size nine feet are outspoken. They swell to let me know I've been standing for way too long. My pointer bends slightly when I am completely relaxed, giving my husband something to laugh about. My pinky nail is really, really short but it's the sweetest thing to me now because my daughter has the same thing. My feet have supported me in everything and everywhere I go. They've survived me squeezing them into a size smaller when I worked in a sneaker store and wanted to wear the coolest kicks, regardless of the size. They kept me steady when I wore heels a size too big. My feet are slightly wide. I have a total of ten fingers. The bottoms of my feet are smooth thanks to my pumice bar. I have five very fine hardly visible hairs on my big toe. I can pick things up with my toes. My arch isn't too high nor is it flat. It's just right. My feet look amazing in heels. My feet don't mind me standing for long hours, nor do they mind the running I do. I give back to my feet with weekly/ bi-weekly pedicures. I massage them and dress them up in attracting polishes. What's even more fascinating is that I learned certain points of my soles are connected to vital organs.
I love my feet. They are beautiful and I am thankful for them.