Kelly over at Ordinary Art [updated link] issued a challenge that Secret Agent Mama accepted, and I was inspired to go for it, too, and so I share my feet with you.
They are just feet, for goodness sake. Living in the parts of the world where I mostly have, they are covered for over half the year anyway, so it's not like anyone can see the macaroni toes that I've always hated so much. Then even in the winter months I'd shop so carefully, hoping to find shoes that make my feet look smaller. If I were taller, my feet would seem more like the right size - I've always been fine with my height, but just wanted smaller and cuter little feet that were a better match with the rest of the package. Why they are so sensitive (physically and mentally) is beyond me, but they are that, too.
Guess what? It doesn't matter.
Kelly and Mishelle said far more eloquently all the good stuff about body image that women often struggle to remember. I just know that in the grand scheme of things, what my feet look like or what size they are in relation to my body is just fine.
My feet are mine, and I just realized that my pat explanation always given while complaining about my feet (something I've said more times and to more people than I can count) is actually not a negative but a positive. Being able to say that I got my tall dad's bigger feet and my short mom's shorter height means that I have something silly but tangible to remind me of them both, for as long as I live, and I do not have to consider these two aspects of me to be somehow incompatible. I hope I'll never look at my feet as being so "ugly" or "too big for my body" ever again because I am grateful for the life my parents gave me, which happened to come with a 5'2" height and a size 8 shoe. So be it. Even as my mother has passed on and my dad grows older, I'll always be a part of them, and I'll always carry them with me, along with the humor they taught me, in my clown-sized shoes, macaroni toes and all ;)