Truthful Tuesday: My Feet Edition
I have really, really small and really, really wide feet (let’s not forget my high arches, either). They’re a UK size 3 (US 5/5.5, I think?). I don’t know if width is measured differently in the UK and US, but in the UK, I am at least 4E width (If I tell you that D is considered wide, that may give you an indication of what I’m talking about here).
I like my feet. I have a weird, pretty irrational dislike of most feet, but I like mine. They’re tiny and they’re kind of cute. My toes are itty bitty. I have a lot of calloused skin because I’m a countryside girl and I spend a lot of time outside in bare feet, spring, summer, fall, and winter. When I wear socks, the toe doesn’t cover all my toes. My little toe and a bit of my second-to-little toe are left hanging outside of that little seam that says “the toe goes here.” It’s as if I have an extra toe, and that’s before you even reach the widest part of my feet.
I might like my feet, but I hate the people who make shoes. I know I have exceptionally small and wide feet, but I can’t be the only one, right? Unless I want to go two sizes up in shoes, or squash my feet and walk around in pain, I have to buy unattractive orthopaedic shoes, because apparently if you have wide feet it means that you’re not only somehow broken, but you’re also old, or at least have no desire to buy fashionable shoes.
Fuck you, shoe! I’m twenty years old and and I don’t need orthopaedics, I just have wide feet!
They are wonderful feet and they have served me very well. I just want to do them right, okay? I used to say if there was some way (there almost certainly isn’t) to make my feet less wide through surgery, I’d do it. I’ve changed my mind. My feet are my damn feet and I love them.
I just want some damn shoes that actually fit and are pretty. Is that really SO much to ask?