Arch Enemy

When I was younger, people told me I had perfect feet. I have very high arches, the kind that make my footprints look like just a heel and toes. I had a dance teacher tell me she hated people like me because we never had to work on our toe point; it just came naturally. Men often commented on how pretty my feet were. Yes, I thought it was weird. Other girls have pretty eyes, or nice legs, or hair, or mouths. I got feet. Great.

Anyway, as odd as it was, it was still nice to know that at least one part of me was popularly recognized as being pretty or perfect. But you know where that gets you. Because in the last month, I've had several people tell me that the bone structure of my feet (i.e. my super-high arches) is the reason my feet are so messed up right now. My arches are now my enemy. They have caused me so much grief and pain and made me wonder if it's ever going to go away. If there's ever going to be a time that I'll be able to wear heels again, or play a sport, or just lead a normal foot life again.

So I guess that the moral of the story is that there is no such thing as perfect. In fact, the things you think are perfect are most likely to be the things that end up hurting you the most. Figures.