I hate my feet

I hate my feet. I really do.

I think big foots like me will also think the same. It's really kinda.. disappointing.

I rushed all the way back home, settled down at my computer, and received a call from my mum asking me to go downstairs right away because she had bought a pair of sport shoes for me and wanted me to go try it out in case it didn't fit.

I was overjoyed. WOW, I thought. The first time my mum actually bought smth for me out of her OWN WILL! Changing hurriedly I practically flew downstairs and got into the car. Then I saw the shoe box.

Oh wow, I muttered. My own pair of sport shoes! Nike brand, too. I hardly have any branded goods, mind you. My parents are too thrifty. Or maybe they're too poor to provide me with any of this luxuries, I never know. But now, a pair of nikes, just for me! Miraculous, I thought.

Reaching over to the shoebox, I opened the lid and saw a really beautiful pair of shoes. It was blue and grey and really pretty. I almost gasped.

Now, the next test was whether it fit me or not.

Godammit. It didn't fit. As usual.

Actually, it was just a little tight. But I know, with the rv socks being so thick and all, I thought twice about bringing it home. Then when my mum was at the clinic taking her medicine, my dad asked me to go walk around in that pair of shoes.

I opened the door, stepped out and stood. I took a first step. My toes! They hurt.

I was reluctant, at first. Though it looked REALLY REALLY nice and all, it WAS tight. It was an undeniable fact. I spent the rest of the car trip arguing with my parents about how "okay" it was and how it could fit me, but my dad wouldn't budge. His tagline? "Not comfortable ah, don't buy. Outside look nice only, inside very pain one." -.-

Went to Jurong Point, where my parents bought the ill-fitting shoes. Striding into Sportslink, I looked quite weird in my red Winnie the Pooh t-shirt, white beach shorts and dirty hot pink slippers I bought from Valu$ at $1 per pair. Note that my olour combination sucked; I couldn't be bothered about colour combi at that moment in time.

Sitting at the couch, I watched as my mum paced the aisle down the towering shoeboxes. Looking critically at the multi-coloured shoes on top of the already towering shoeboxes, she finally picked 4 shoes for me to wear.

THEN MY MUM ASKED THE SALESLADY WHETHER THEY HAD MY SIZE. She glanced at my feet and said, " Hen da leh (which means very big in chinese)."

ARGGH i hate it when this happens. I sorta feel conscious when people say my feet are big. ARGGH. But whatever. At least i'm tall. Hahas.

After a longg period of choosing and picking, I picked the Women's Air Monarch; although less pretty than the other one, it was comfy. I remember complaining to my mum that I wanted the old one back instead. Gahh.

I hate big feet. I hate my feet. I hate it when people look at my feet and say," Very big leh." I hate it I hate it and I hate it. ARGGH. God please spare me from this agony I'm going through!

An adaption: "My Lord, if you can't make my feet tiny, at least make my friends' feet big" xDD