
The feature of my body which I personally love best is my feet. They are not attractive by any stretch of the imagination. Nor are they athletic. They are however able to withstand all the punishment which my "tom boy" childhood, roaming youth and careless maturity have dealt them. They are scarred deeply both externally and internally, though they were once tanned from years spent in the northern regions of Australia, they have the faintest of thong lines acquired from short bursts of exposure to the sun whilst gardening.
These feet walked down the aisle to my husband and chased after my children. They have travelled to Europe and came home. They balance me upon the deck and endure hours spent enclosed in darkness while I work in the supermarket.They give such great pleasure and relaxation when they are massaged and even reading is more fun when they are gently perched upon my couch.
I value my feet. They still have a long way to carry me!
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