Who is calling you inferior?
“I used to be self conscious about my height,but then I thought, #*@! that, I'm Harry Potter.” Daniel Radcliff
I have good-looking feet.
I'll wait for you to stop laughing.
Sure, I only have nine toes, but that doesn't automatically mean I have ugly feet, does it?
My family thinks it does. Aren't they silly?
Whenever I talk about the FACT that my feet look nice, they tell me I am disqualified from the conversation because I am, and I quote, "missing a digit."
Whatever.
Is Venus de Milo less attractive because she's missing her arms? Of course not! Is Winged Victory less grand because her head isn't attached? Pshaw!
Point made.
Of course, it's my opinion, arbitrarily made and firmly held, but I reject any notion that someone else will decide the attractiveness of my feet.
Given my missing digit, I think this is a healthy position. I embrace my distinguishing, albeit diminished feature the way others embrace tattoos.
I wish I had the same swagger and confidence about my entire person: (the rest of my) body, heart, and mind.
What's stopping me? Probably the same thing that stops you... yourself.
Eleanor Roosevelt's words deserve to be seared in our collective brains, "No one can make you feel inferior without your consent.”
Indeed!