Feet.

Feet. I think they are the most disturbing things on the face of the earth. I really can't stand them, and I don't just mean the stink of them when they get all sweaty either.
As a kid, I never cared for feet. I never really looked at them nor cared to examine them thoroughly. I'd just put on my sandals and go. I don't remember when it happened (some time ago), but I do remember what happened that got me thinking about feet.

We were at a Payless Shoes store and I was trying on some sandals. My dad watched as I tried on a pair of brown, gladiator-looking type of sandals. He looked at my feet and smiled. I asked him if the sandals were pretty, but he didn't answer me. Instead, he said that my second toe was longer than my big toe and he asked me why they were like that. I was taken aback and I too looked at my feet and saw that it was true what he said. Whoa, they are beasts. Not the "oh man, she's beastin' " like it's an amazing thing, but.... Oh... uh...

I didn't know how to answer my dad. It's not my fault that my second toe is way longer than my other toes. I shrugged and just stared at him. No longer did I want to buy sandals.
My feet are small and short in length, but wide and chubby in width. The big toes are not actually big; they are too short which makes the second toe stand out even more than it should. The rest of the toes are just short and small.

My old friend once told me that my long toe meant I would wear the pants in the house when I am married. I don't know if physical features do determine how we will be or how we are now. I don't even know how to contradict that last phrase I wrote, nor this one. I just don't know.
Sometimes when I'm not thinking too much, I forget about my feet, like they don't exist underneath me anymore. However, if someone starts looking down...