Times they are a changing.
Back in the day if you saw my toes in the summer all you would see is a peek of the big toe, maybe its sister. I had the hardest time buying sandals that covered more than they revealed. In my estimation I had troll feet. These things should not be shared. There is not a pedicurist in the universe that can fix troll feet.
I mentioned my paranoia to a co-worker several years back. She laughed at me and said, "Troll feet? Do you want to see troll feet?" She slipped her toes out of her skimpy sandal and displayed for my viewing pleasure her troll feet. Amazingly, they really were.
Do you remember troll dolls? She had their feet. She slipped her foot back in her sandal thinking she had quashed my fears, but alas I was still too timid to share my feet.
This morning as I was deciding what to wear I realized that at some point I vaulted passed the troll foot stage and into the here are my toes, love 'em, hate 'em, ignore 'em. Doesn't matter.
One day I hope to achieve this same sense of: Here it is, with my writing.