I hail from a family of tiny women with tiny feet—
Size five feet are “cute”.
(Size five shoes look silly;
take no room at all.)
I am not tiny.
My size nine narrows
My feet define ugly—
Really. Look up ugly in the dictionary.
My foot picture is there.
Toes bent in all the wrong places
Toe-knuckles fighting their way toward the tops of my shoes.
Toe nails not worthy of polish.
My little piggies stay home because they are embarrassed.
These feet belong on a prehistoric beast,
My husband says
That if he’d met my feet first
He wouldn’t have asked me out.