I am realizing that for many years I have resented my feet. Sure, they function well, carrying me where-ever I need to go. But they aren't naturally beautiful. They require buffing and filing and cuticle-tending etc to look great in sandals. I felt they were so trying, so difficult, that I couldn't manage them myself. And so, I've out-sourced my feet.
Yup, I've been convinced that without a pedicure at least every other week, not only was I not beach-ready, I was really socially unacceptable. This is not that much of an exaggeration.
Lately, I've been rethinking this. Or, perhaps I mean, re-feeling this. I've been paying more attention to my feet. Spreading a little cuticle oil on daily. Using foot lotion before bed. A little gentle buffing in the shower. And I am beginning to really like my feet. OK, even love them. Here are the sweet little unadorned piggies, which don't look all that horrendous after all!
Sounds trivial, this? Talking about my feet and pedicures? Think again! This is a vital part of the process of a person who formerly used alcohol to hide from herself now re-discovering and re-owning herself and her truth!!