Randomizer randomized random personal essay

I am so sad today, I decided to seek help in the form of a "random writing prompt". Google is still my search engine of choice. This phrase returned some results, the first of which I clicked.

Good topic. In the sense, a mood lifter, because my feet are a part of my body that I like. My feet are beautiful. For my height, my feet are smaller than people expect. People meaning those people who need to rush out from somewhere grabbing any which footwear available. My feet are also narrow. I'd say dainty, but it reminds me of the foot-binding process that I read in the "Golden Mountain Chronicles" series' first novel. 

My feet are great shaped. Nothing is crooked about them. My toes are long. There is space between all of my toes. My arches are terrific. The opposite of flat foot. In fact, I even have an arch each on the outside of my feet. A thin sliver of space/gap can visible from under my feet. Of course, why would one want to look there? Weirdly weird. Or perhaps foot fetish. Mr Deeds.

I have two left feet. It's as if all my dexterity is in my fingers. Not only can I not dance, I fall down. I slip on wet ground, I skid on the edges of narrow stairs, I stumble on stuff that should have been a foot (pun intended) to the left or right of where I'm walking through. I stub my toes where I'm consciously aware that there is furniture. I've taken 3 nasty falls, which has led to Chondromalacia Patella in left knee. This means I will get (some variety of ) arthritis, sooner than if I had not fallen.

I'm uncomfortable in heels higher than 2 inches. My lower legs bend forward if I wear such. I do not have a hobby of shoes as I have a hobby of handbags or earrings. I do like sensible shoes better. I hate wearing socks year-round. I was so happy when school ended & college started, because, there would be no more Uniform. Yet, I find socks comfortable in winter.

When I was in Class 9, when I was just developing breasts, When dressing for school, I would put on my brassiere & panty, & my school socks (cotton, white), & lie down on my bed ... facing the wrong side, & put my feet up on the pillows, & just enjoy having a nice body for a minute, before I continued wearing the rest of the items of my uniform (which, by the way, was a Salwar-Kameez). 

Feels good, feels reassuring to realize that I had a positive body image ( though a rotten "face image")

as a teenager.