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.