Since having Annmarie, I’ve let a lot of things go like getting my hair cut (my bangs are currently at that weird length where they are too long to leave down, but too short to stay back without a bobby pin), my eyebrows threaded and pampering my feet.
A part of letting this stuff go has to do with my questioning if they are worth the expense anymore.
Since I keep hitting stuff with my car (thereby increasing my auto insurance by $1k a year), I figured I should maybe cut back on the splurges. But now that the weather is warmer and I can wear flip-flops and other cute sandals, I’m looking at my feet a lot more. And holy hell, I have man feet.
This photo doesn’t even do my feet justice. They are seriously jacked right now. Here is another photo proving how man-ish my feet are:
When I initially looked at this photo, I thought, “Wow – Jeremy has a really wide stance”. But then I noticed the toe on his other foot and realized I was looking at MY man foot. Yowza.
(btw – isn’t my baby just the cutest? And do you like how I’ve squeezed her into an obviously too small romper?)
I know that I could polish my own toenails. But that good nail polishing gene that seems to be innate in most Asians? Yeah – I think I inherited the white people nail polishing skills (thanks, Dad). I was polishing my toenails in May but eventually stopped and removed the polish because I was just highlighting how jacked my toes looked.
I’ve also developed this weird fear of the nail technicians. I had one bad pedicure (the lady made me bleed!) so my feet have become hypersensitive to the tools. I shudder when I think about it. But do I suck it up for vanity? Or do my man feet somehow make me adorable? “Aw – look at that awesome new mom and her man feet. Isn’t she precious?“