Write about your feet.

Watching those inspiring documentaries about people born handicap made me feel blessed that I was born complete. Sure, they’re a little bigger than the average woman’s and they stink when I wear closed shoes for too long. But without them, I wouldn’t be able to go anywhere on my own.

Obviously, being a necessity to the human body, they were present in every single moment of my life. They were calm when I was breathing in the tranquility of the beach at sunset and they were excited when I was running with my friends on a warm spring day. They made the dry leaves under them crunch when I was taking a stroll down my favorite park during fall (my favorite season, dare I add) and they fought hard to be careful when there were puddles everywhere during storms.

Unfortunately, they are also the indirect cause of the dark side of my life. They dragged me to the place I loathed at most where I held back my tears and my temper as I hear whispers all around me. I had the option to run away, but it’s like my brain has a direct connection to them and stopped them from doing so. I had to endure and endure every single day because I was required to and I would be a disgrace to everyone if I ever leave it behind. That’s the thing about mind over heart, it’ll be for the best, but sometimes the "best" isn’t what’s best for you.

Maybe someday, we’ll be free from all of this and you’ll take me somewhere where I could be myself. You’ll break free from the chains and we’ll run off to wherever we belong. Just you wait, we’ll get there soon.

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Decided to take up these little writing challenges to let out what I have in this little crowded and hectic brain of mine.