This used to be a part of my life. Worn in ballet shoes, tying the ribbons perfectly around my bony ankles and tucking it under to make a satin square. I wonder if I’ll ever stop wondering “what if I never stopped dancing …”
I swear this is my last pedi post. I am somewhat preoccupied with feet these days for reasons we need not rehash. I can sense your virtual boredom with this subject. Or maybe it’s just my mother’s voice, “Your feet are your war wounds. Sport them proudly. It’s like going to battle.”
But I look at this photo and think, “holy crap, self.” That is a picture of dedication and love. I need to just shut up and keep running.