I've always had gross feet. Look, I'm not proud of it. But I've learned to accept it. They are dry, have calluses, and long nails. My family has used me as a measuring tool. If their feet start to look a little ragged, they make sure they are at least not "Rikki-feet" ragged. I would like to say it's my radical feminist ways. But that's a lie. I'm just lazy. Also, I wear sandals all the time. Birkenstocks to be exact (Berks for those of you in the know). My mom and dad have been wearing them since before I was born. I always thought they were ugly. Vowed to not fall into the trap of wearing ugly shoes for the rest of my life like my parents. Then the hipsters of the 2010s made them a thing again. And then my mom had a few pairs that didn't fit her, so she passed them down to me. Once I put them on, I finally understood. I instantly became a Birkenstock wearer. Devotee. Still not devoted enough to spend my own money on them, but look, she gave...
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