Hey,
I can't remember exactly how old I was when I first noticed it.
One rainy afternoon, as a child, I was sitting in the living room of our house flipping through my mother's clothing catalog. For some reason, my gaze kept returning to the models' bare feet - women and also children in my age - as they modeled swimwear or pyjamas.
I paid attention to the different foot shapes and tried to figure out if the feet matched the person’s face.
Then one day, a girl in our class had forgotten her sports shoes and had to participate barefoot.
I realized that I couldn't concentrate properly and kept finding myself looking at her feet - how they moved as she ran or as she used the gymnastics equipment.
I couldn´t stop thinking about those feet - how it would feel touching them with my hands.
I started falling in love with that girl...or her feet?
I can't remember exactly how old I was when I first noticed it.
One rainy afternoon, as a child, I was sitting in the living room of our house flipping through my mother's clothing catalog. For some reason, my gaze kept returning to the models' bare feet - women and also children in my age - as they modeled swimwear or pyjamas.
I paid attention to the different foot shapes and tried to figure out if the feet matched the person’s face.
Then one day, a girl in our class had forgotten her sports shoes and had to participate barefoot.
I realized that I couldn't concentrate properly and kept finding myself looking at her feet - how they moved as she ran or as she used the gymnastics equipment.
I couldn´t stop thinking about those feet - how it would feel touching them with my hands.
I started falling in love with that girl...or her feet?