The Tale of Two Feet

I have two feet. And since I moved to Holland, they're the ones who seems to suffer the hardest. I came to this country with a perfectly good pair of feet. It was smooth and adequate. Notice the past tense.

2 weeks, and it is now deformed.

At first, it was my brand new super cute leather Converse shoes. It bleeds my feet's back side. Both. Then I started to step on the back side, and everyone started to tease me. A group leader's friend during my orientation actually commented, "Hey I dont knw where you come from, but here in Holland we dont wear our shoes like that."

I looked at him and laughed. Then showed him my bleeding back feet and he started to smile. "Oh that explains a lot."

Apparently, besides the teasing, stepping on your shoes also has another negative effect: your feet's back sides start to hurt really bad.

So the next day, I opted for sandals instead. Bad decision. Especially because my sandals arent really orthopedic or anything. It hurts with every step I took. And the back straps started to cut deep into my existing scar from the shoes.

Then I decided to wear my sister's Birkenstock. It was great at first! But it didnt last. I dont know whether it was the fact that it was 2 sizes too big, or because the air is cold and dry, but the straps next to your toes started to cut deep into my flesh.

My toe's skin actually went off. Well, partially at least. I can actually see the red flesh. Holey shit trust me when I say it hurts. Both toes.

Thank god I bought this pair of Nike shoes yesterday. As I put it on this morning and went shopping for some room-ey stuff, I actually forgot about my deranged scarred feet. I forgot how it feels to be walking without having to cringe in pain from every step.

It felt really good.

But after 2 hours of walking, it started to whine again. Christ.

So here I am now. Resting my feet. And crossing my fingers, voodooing, wishing that they will be as good as new on Monday when school starts :(