I can't believe I'm writing this. This has been a sore subject my whole life. Where to begin...
Let's just say God did okay with most of the parts of Christine. I wasn't thrilled with the almost-non-existant-breasts when I was younger but when you don't weigh more than 125 lbs at 5 ft 8, it was hard to complain. (Amazing how those fill right out after kids and an extra 30 lbs on your body! High-five to being plump!!)
Frizzy hair. They have products for that.
Freckles. Not the end of the world.
The one issue I have with him, and a pain point my whole life, is that he forgot to finish my toes. Oh, he got the big toes finished. It's the others that were neglected.
In fact, up until about 10 years ago, I would sweat out every summer in Keds sneakers or closed-toe flats. Too embarrassed to expose my little toe digits. Everyone would surely point and laugh, right? So it was best to hide them, I mean what were my options?
See, growing up in Waltham in the 70's and 80's, kids didn't do those sorts of things that little girls do now - pedicures, manicures, facials. Those luxuries were reserved for wives of the local construction company owner - the blue collar rich.
So as I entered my late 20's and discovered I was making my own money - and not waitress kind of money - I splurged. I discovered eyebrow waxing and created two eyebrows instead of one. I tried waxing my upper lip - ouch, ouch and ouch. That little "luxury" didn't last long. And I got pedicures. Glorious pedicures. And once I started painting my sad little toes a splendid Kennebunkport red I let them out...to wander the yards and beaches with other toes...to revel in flip-flops. Rejoice!
But, subconsciously I always knew my toes were unique. If only I could make them a little longer. Toe extensions, perhaps?? Nah. So this week, after years of red or dark red or burgundy nail polish I did the unimaginable - I got a big girl, toenail FRENCH pedicure!
With all the anticipation I was sure those short, stubby, unfinished toes would look long and lush and more toe-like. BUT, as you can see...still short...still stubby...and still dwarfed by the normal size big toes.
So going forward I will do my best to wiggle my toes in delight because what else is a short-toed woman to do? What have you learned to live with? Care to share?