F is for Foot.
Born with squished feet, I spent a lot of time manipulating the toes into a more normal position. Which largely worked. Although ballet as a child may have turned my feet out a bit, it also caused me to pronate forward, and flattened my arches. I do wear orthotics to keep my arch up. A torment until I got used to them, but my feet, and back, are better for it. I stand on these poor things a lot, and they've done me proud. I always wear flat, wide, comfortable shoes. Even my dress shoes are round toed maryjanes, that are pretty good to walk in, if necessary.
I see so many feet long abused in the name of fashion. Tight shoes, high heels mostly, cause incredible deformity and pain. Corns and bunions especially. I look at these (mostly) women, see what they have done to what were probably normal feet, and am aghast. Because they "Had!" to wear high heels. Now they "Have" to have surgery.
We are much more plastic than we think, clay in our own hands, in the choices we make in our lives.
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