The beginning...

Before you ask, yes, this blog is about my feet. Well, really it's about my toes, but they're attached to my feet so it's pretty much all inclusive. For as long as I can remember I've had these curled up talons for toes, and I have always been embarrassed by them. I grew up in a beach town and every year I dreaded the change in seasons to the summer. I knew the worst time of the year was coming for me. The time when I couldn't wear sandals, and had to find a convenient way to wear tennis shoes, boots, or some other type of full coverage shoe in the blazing summer heat.

I thought that I'd finally found solace when flats became popular. I thought I'd hit the jackpot! Finally, something fashionable that didn't require me having my claws exposed. But, inevitably I always ended up going to someone's house and needing to take my shoes off. The worst!! Imagine having to keep socks in your purse or even worse, having to fake like your feet are cold just so you don't feel bad asking for a pair of socks to wear. Invites to the beach with friends or co-workers, summer barbecues, and pool parties were always dreaded, and always met with a "thanks, but no thanks" response. Imagine hiding your toes from your significant other, scheduling your pedicures at secret times of the day like an undercover agent, or being too embarrassed to try on shoes in public, been there, done that. Really, it's that bad.

Into adulthood the embarrassment turned into pain and discomfort, so I finally decided to do something about it. This is my journey...