Foot "fetish"

[blustocking]

I like my feet.

They're pale, but with definition...very small, but shapely. My second toe on my right foot is crooked from a break I was too scared to fix. I was little and as I ran through the living room, I smacked my foot into the corner of our big wooden, behemoth of a coffee table. There are traces of red polish still on my big toes...I should paint them soon. I've always liked my legs and feet, no matter how unhappy I am with the rest. I was laying on the couch yesterday with only a t-shirt and underwear on, and I raised up one leg perpendicular to my body. I just laid there and moved my foot around on it's joint, looking at the connections and sinew, the flesh and the way it moves around bone and muscle, the subtle shadows created.

I also like the small of my back, and a few things inbetween.
The rest I'm not so sure about.

Working on it.

Comments

Playing footsie.

[qat.livejournal.com]

I am undecided about my feet. My mother always said they were ugly, like my father's -- long, skinny rabbit feet. But I sort of like the way they look, bony and skinny and imperfect-looking. I always paint the toenails bright red to make them stand out even more. The second toes on each foot are longer than the big toes. Someone once told me that was a sign of wisdom, and I thought that anyone who believed that their smelly old feet could predict wisdom must not be very wise, at all. When I was in fifth grade I wrote just as well using my feet as I did when I used my hands. I had pretty crappy handwriting then.

Feet! :)

Re: Playing footsie.

[blustocking.livejournal.com]

Rabbit feet?! It was meant to be! ;)

Write me a letter with your feet, Kat!

Someone told me once that connected earlobes (there's a name for that, isn't there?) mean a sign of evolution. Apparently I'm not evolved enough though, cause mine are dangly.