my feet are a disaster area. if i meet a boy i wonder how long until he notices my feet...and living in new york is a bit easier than when i was in miami...because of the obvious cold weather-cover up your toes-thing...
i am sometimes embarrassed...but i scrub and pumus (a word i can not spell) and do what i can...but my toenails fall off...my socks are usually covered in blood...and i have could have 28 blisters at any given time...
but this is what i do.
i run the marathon.
cause anytimes...a good time to move on.
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