Today, I looked at my feet. I mean, reeeally looked at them. My face twisted into disgust, scanning the wretched things. I looked at the tight wrinkles running down the sides, suggesting dehydration, or simply…maturation. I looked at the dirty calluses hugging my heels. I looked at the thick toes and uneven nails. I really looked at these feet and felt so appalled. And then, I remembered the stories