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polaroid of perfection
Join Date: Sep 2005
Location: West Yorkshire
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Sad story. When I was a very young teen, my Mum let me choose my own school shoes for the first time.
The ones I really wanted weren't in stock in my size. But they were in a size down, and I pretended they fit. I mean, shit, my feet bled if new shoes were even in the same house, so why not? Trouble is, 2.5 miles to school isn't quite like tripping down a runway. My feet bled as usual, but my toenails started to turn black. As did some of the skin underneath. And at that age your Mum SEES those things. I got hauled into the Doctors, got a furious telling off (which I did deserve, given the cost of shoes) and my Mum chose my next pair. THEY WERE HIDEOUS! The only slight consolation was that I bled like a stuck pig wearing my new "comfortable" shoes in. Matron even sent a note home. I was walking in shoes filled with blood and flayed heels. But then I'd been doing that before. Anyway, bottom line was I had foot and toe exercises to do. Three times a day, every day. And Mum or Dad had to tick them off. So. I don't have particularly long toes but they are ape-like in that I can pick things up very easily. And being a fat knacker, somethimes it's far easier than bending down!
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