Beauty of The Obsessed

I wake up thinking about my feet.

I go to sleep thinking about my feet.

I am obsessed with my feet.

I like to point them.

I like to flex them.

I extended them as far as they can reach on pointe and examine them.

I look at the veins in my feet and how the bulge under the skin.

I observe how precise my toe is pointed and the curvature of my toes.

I watch how my foot shakes under the tension of being exercised.

I flex my feet and see how my toes curl upward.

How the wrinkle in my ankle increases when I flex.

On their own they are a piece of work.

They are perfectly manicured and kept in pristine conditions.

Free of any imperfections.

I moisturize them and keep them away from the heat.

The heel of my foot smooth and free of cracks.

I like to see them in heels a lot.

Watch how they ease into them and become one with the shoe.

My feet are my obsession.

I am obsessed with my feet.

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